Amalia;
It is a strange thing to be both human and beast, and not something Amalia yet understands. The girl would be quelled by the unicorn's departure, feel guilty at her foolish aggression, but the leopardess is pleased. Her purr grows louder as Kids reaches down to stroke her coat; the feline presses closer to the girl, the cub, empathy a hot iron in her heart. She blinks large eyes as Remi speaks of heartbreak, regarding the man with quiet compassion. Long Night has ever been a time of suffering, of sorrow, and she feels for these Outlanders who could not have known, and would not be shared.
World jumping, being thrown. To a girl who grew up within a dome, the idea is terrifying, strange and incredible and entirely unwanted. As much as Amalia years for the outside world, being ripped from her home and never allowed to set down new roots... Well. It gives her a rough jolt of perspective, both for this girl and for all the other Outlanders in their midst.
Nobody let him in. Guilt and anger, in equal measure. She had been injured, incapacitated, but still, if she had been stronger, been braver...! And on the other side, anger that they would consign someone to die, and a deep dread and terrible relief that at least it wasn't her. Amalia curls around the woman as though to shield her from the cruelty of the world. As a human, she would not have the words to comfort, but perhaps, as a leopard, she can provide some quiet strength, the reassurance that at the very least the girl is not alone.
World jumping, being thrown. To a girl who grew up within a dome, the idea is terrifying, strange and incredible and entirely unwanted. As much as Amalia years for the outside world, being ripped from her home and never allowed to set down new roots... Well. It gives her a rough jolt of perspective, both for this girl and for all the other Outlanders in their midst.
Nobody let him in. Guilt and anger, in equal measure. She had been injured, incapacitated, but still, if she had been stronger, been braver...! And on the other side, anger that they would consign someone to die, and a deep dread and terrible relief that at least it wasn't her. Amalia curls around the woman as though to shield her from the cruelty of the world. As a human, she would not have the words to comfort, but perhaps, as a leopard, she can provide some quiet strength, the reassurance that at the very least the girl is not alone.
dry your smoke-stung eyes
you can see the light
you can see the light
