[DROP] dance of the naiad

AMALIA

The scene which unfolds is utterly brilliant, beauty rising from the lake on the shoulders of the Fae. The Naiad is luminescent: Amalia is reminded of Safrin's majesty, struck by the same awe and admiration she felt upon first seeing the diety. All around the Fae are merry, and up ahead Jyoti is, too, her voice a song of starlit darkness as she rises off of Deimos's shoulder. Unafraid and jubilant, the calf swims in an arcing circle, leaving cosmos around the princess, a celebration in silver light.

For her part the girl is breathless, entranced for a moment, unable to speak. Another miracle, strange and beautiful: there is no lack of such things here, no end to the magic which pulses through this place. Amalia hoots a reverent note, wishing there was a song for this moment, that her grandmother could be here to relish and rejoice. She does not know what she should do, what actions are to be taken in such an event: but she can guess who would.

Taking silent wing she descends to the ground, landing softly beside Jigano and shifting not to girl but leopard, the owl skin replaced by a feline shape. Arcing her back, the leopardess mimics the white fox's movement, bowing deeply to the carried fae, her dark eyes never leaving the being as Jyoti breeches and trills.

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