Amalia
the archangel
Ray will be able to see the Ceffyl Dŵr: it's all around her; it is the waterspout, a flurry of hooves and snorts and water, so much water, carrying them up and up and up. The girls can hold onto nothing but each other, and Amalia does so, clinging to Ray protectively while trying to quell the rising panic that presses on her chest. "I can't swim--!" but the words are half lost in the raging water that seems to be carrying them away from the lakefront, toward...
...toward...
The Leap.
Hold on tight! Amalia cries mentally, as though there were another choice. I'm going to try something-
And with a spread of wings and a pop of sunlight, Amalia and Ray will find themselves back on the bank of the river, wet and bedraggled as the Ceffyl Dŵr roars toward and over the falls.
...toward...
The Leap.
Hold on tight! Amalia cries mentally, as though there were another choice. I'm going to try something-
And with a spread of wings and a pop of sunlight, Amalia and Ray will find themselves back on the bank of the river, wet and bedraggled as the Ceffyl Dŵr roars toward and over the falls.
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
