Amalia
'Cause she's just like the weather
Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
They seem to be making steady time, and Amalia is content to walk in companionable silence, enjoying the sound of rustling leaves and the way the sunlight dapples and falls through the lush canopy of branches above. Remi and Ianto and Phoebe all chatter, seemingly good friends bound by shared history. It twists something familiar in the girl's chest, pulls at her constant core of loneliness - but she is able to somewhat shrug it off, wear it as a light coat instead of an oppressive one, and that is progress for the girl.Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
She has been watching the woods and not the wagon, so she is surprised when they suddenly draw to a stop. Instantly wary, Amalia stiffens, expecting another ambush from the no doubt watchful fae. None appear, however, and she lets herself relax a little. Drawing closer to the clustered outlanders Amalia smirks grimly at the sight of branches caught in the wheels, kneeling down to work skilled fingers gently around and try to extract them from their place while Jyoti releases a stream of starlight, hoping to soothe plant and human alike.
Neither of them expects the snake. Freezing as it falls upon her shoulders, Amalia's eyes widen and her heart begins to thunder. Is it a net? A lasso? Is she captured again? But Jyoti seems calm, even amused, singing softly and spinning around, almost jealous in her interest. Fur bristling on her back, Amalia slowly turns to see what has happened and finds herself face to face with the reptile, much to her surprise. "Ah... hello," she murmurs softly, not sure what else to possibly do. Carefully she returns to her task, aware of the stilted gaze now watching, stroking gently to avoid hurting any leaves as she draws the foliage from the cart.
