[se] baby that's the fun of me

The lion is impressive, and Amalia's delight is as clear as the child's as she stares with bright and wondering eyes. She has never seen anything like it before- but then, she has never seen many things before, which have now introduced themselves to her life. Thinking fondly of her own feline shift, the girl cannot help the curving of her ears into a leopard-like form, nor the tail which springs easily from her waist. "Incredible," she breathes as the alchemist shifts back, adjusting her grip on Aoife to keep the exuberant baby from flailing out of her arms. "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?" Amalia's grin widens at the suggested name. "Or Princess Aoife's House of Wonders, perhaps?" As the baby tugs at the baker's dress she looks down, creamy ears twitching in surprise. "Done already? Are you still hungry, or just bored?" To test the theory she lets her long tail wrap around from behind, the tuft of it booping lightly on Aoife's cheek before disappearing behind the baker's back. Amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me