AmaLiA
the archangel
They watch as one, four minds knit together through a bond Aamu can never understand, synchronized and thoughtful without needing thoughts. There is a quiet, considerate pause where a silent conversation occurs, spoken by flickering ears and rippling skin and the subtle shift of weight--
--and then the largest, the qilin, steps forward, head raised imperiously as she looks upon Aamu, her mane alight with primrose, her eyes an endless lilac pool. Of course Amalia does not know who - or rather, what - he is, but she can smell the Grounds upon him, an aroma so familiar it makes her ache. And with the scent comes the need to know, to hear about her home.
She shifts gracefully and strangely, slender form fluid as it flows from four-legged creature to angular biped. Traces of scales linger on the edges of her face; her hair hangs loose around her shoulders, shades of lilac mixed in the gold. "We don't mind." The animal clings to her shoulders like a cloak, marking her actions as she tilts her head, blinking at the man. "What happened in the Grounds?" The Archangel asks without preamble, only laser focus. "Did you succeed?"
--and then the largest, the qilin, steps forward, head raised imperiously as she looks upon Aamu, her mane alight with primrose, her eyes an endless lilac pool. Of course Amalia does not know who - or rather, what - he is, but she can smell the Grounds upon him, an aroma so familiar it makes her ache. And with the scent comes the need to know, to hear about her home.
She shifts gracefully and strangely, slender form fluid as it flows from four-legged creature to angular biped. Traces of scales linger on the edges of her face; her hair hangs loose around her shoulders, shades of lilac mixed in the gold. "We don't mind." The animal clings to her shoulders like a cloak, marking her actions as she tilts her head, blinking at the man. "What happened in the Grounds?" The Archangel asks without preamble, only laser focus. "Did you succeed?"
& once again I shall kiss the sky
