AmaLiA
the archangel
She's already shaking her head when Ray asks the question, feeling a pang of disappointment at the loss of her aquatic shifts. No... But I have an idea.
The leopardess lets her eyes fall shut and takes a deep, slow breath. Whatever anonymity she hoped to cling to will doubtless disappear with this choice, but the hurt of the creature overrides her own stubborn insecurity. So it is that when she exhales it isn't a leopard who stands on the bank of the pool, but a qilin, her hooves placed delicately on the water's surface.
Shuffling a little, Amalia looks back at Ray, her antlered head tilted slightly to the side. I can carry you to where the rot is, like this, she explains. And then place a sphere of air around your head, so you can dive down. If... Of you're comfortable with that.
The leopardess lets her eyes fall shut and takes a deep, slow breath. Whatever anonymity she hoped to cling to will doubtless disappear with this choice, but the hurt of the creature overrides her own stubborn insecurity. So it is that when she exhales it isn't a leopard who stands on the bank of the pool, but a qilin, her hooves placed delicately on the water's surface.
Shuffling a little, Amalia looks back at Ray, her antlered head tilted slightly to the side. I can carry you to where the rot is, like this, she explains. And then place a sphere of air around your head, so you can dive down. If... Of you're comfortable with that.
& once again I shall kiss the sky
