with a reverence unimpaired

She can't say what she expected, but once again, it is not this. "Vi." Inhaling sharply, Amalia's eyes go wide: she is left mystified by what she sees, utterly entranced, awed and amazed. It has been a day of wonders, each more incredible than the last, and all the girl can do is blink, open mouthed, at the majesty of the tulmhainar. Jyoti has no such reservations. Vocalizing a strain of low, sweet notes, the little whale swims in an eager loop, excited to be seeing another new thing. It circles Amalia, urging her closer, but the girl remains where she is. Fascinating as the infinite creature may be, the baker has not forgotten the threat of eating and blood. As the tulmhainar's voice washes over her like a wave she feels an almost irresistible pull, a longing to approach the mountainous beast and fall on her knees before it. It is Delah's magic against her back that leads her to resist, the push a sharp reminder of the danger behind the beauty. So when the creature calls her near it is with quivering reluctance that Amalia steps closer, her almond eyes peering intently at the creature, reverence and uncertainty equal in her heart. Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch.