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
Perhaps she has an exceptional clarity of mind; perhaps her luxere antlers have protected her again. Either way, Amalia remains oblivious to whatever the others see, though she too settles and slows in her steps, trying to mimic Ianto's actions, his approach to the world. Dark eyes scan the shuddered forest, gazing into darkened woods. Even Jyoti is stilled to silence, svelte starlit form a beacon in the quiet, calming and soothing all in her wake.Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
So intently does she look that she does not see the change in her companions, the way they seem captivated by things she cannot see. It is only when Phoebe whispers that she turns, the soft exhalation a thunderous cry to leopard ears, the only words spoken into the silence. "Phoebe!" she growls in response, a strangled cry, panicked and low. Without thinking much the girl jumps forward, aiming to grab at Phoebe's hand, her arm, her waist, her shirt - whatever she can purchase, to keep the midwife from vanishing into the beckoning boughs.
