[DROP] dance of the naiad

AMALIA

Amalia is not the first to arrive; nor is she the last. On starlit wings the owl glides, flying with Jyoti through warm LongHeat night, drawn by strains of magic and untold things. Endlessly curious, effortlessly engaged, the avian girl is a watchful thing, carefully alert and eagerly engaged. She is not made for stealth - not with the whale calf sparkling alongside her, seas of cosmos in their wake - but she is silent nonetheless, a winged thing in the waning dark who glides in to observe.

She lights upon a branch nearby, wary yet curious, wide eyes staring intently at the surroundings. Many of the gathered are familiar faces: she lands near a fox, hooting softly to make herself known to Ianto before turning her gaze back on the others. The sight of Deimos makes her heart rise in her chest; for a moment she considers taking wing to land upon his shoulder, but hesitates, talons clawing gently on the branch. Instead Jyoti swims ahead, cooing as she circles each of her friends, able to recognize them through her bonded's affection: Ronin and Remi, Jigano and Isuma, before finally settling onto Deimos' shoulder, peering out on the assembled Fae from a nest she has made in the man's dark hair.

You are flesh and blood
And you deserve to be loved
and you deserve what you are given
And oh, how much