Her strength no longer needed, as Amalia lands behind her, Delah rounds on her immediate. "Liar. She spits, verdant eyes nearly black with anger. Lying is not a thing that she is capable of—that any of them are capable of—and it only highlites the difference between the fae and this attuned.
With a hand suddenly clad in black fur with long talons stretching from her fingers she shoves Amalia back against a tree, a snarl on her lips.
"They die when they fall." She snaps, her anger only tempered slightly by a raw anguish that tries to soften the lines of her face. "If it wasn't for you we might have been able to save it. We might have—"
—but Delah's growls are cut off by the softly glowing calf hovering behind her shoulder. Turning around with wide eyes, she inhales sharply, releasing Amalia and immediately bowing before the starry creature.
With a hand suddenly clad in black fur with long talons stretching from her fingers she shoves Amalia back against a tree, a snarl on her lips.
"They die when they fall." She snaps, her anger only tempered slightly by a raw anguish that tries to soften the lines of her face. "If it wasn't for you we might have been able to save it. We might have—"
—but Delah's growls are cut off by the softly glowing calf hovering behind her shoulder. Turning around with wide eyes, she inhales sharply, releasing Amalia and immediately bowing before the starry creature.
