AMALIA
She wants the silence but fears the solitude
She wants to be alone and together with you
Born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snowAmalia presses her face against him, ears flattening further as he speaks the wild Fae's name. Why? she asks, not expecting an answer: this is not the time. The fear and pain that pulses from him is enough to nauseate the girl, make her ache with empathy, though beneath it lurks a rage. We will find him, she promises reassuringly, though she cannot say that she knows how. It is a problem for the future, another fight for another time. For now, she has to get him safe, and avoid future danger.
Which is what she senses in the woman, despite her apparently dulcet tones. The leopardess' fur rises slightly at the suggestion she should leave, though there is certainly merit in the suggestion, a logic to finding healing hands. Something about the stranger stays her, however, makes her hesitate to depart. There is half a memory which gnaws upon her mind, a place where she has seen the dark-haired stranger, offset by fire and discontent.
She is not an Attuned, so Amalia cannot speak to her, not in this form. And Amalia is too weak to speak silently to Remi as a mortal, so she stays the leopardess by his side, offering herself as warmth and support, a promise pulsing through their mental bond. Should I find Isla, or stay with you? She will do what he says, and nothing else: the alchemist seems to know the woman, and if he trusts her then Amalia will leave despite her own reluctance.
Which is what she senses in the woman, despite her apparently dulcet tones. The leopardess' fur rises slightly at the suggestion she should leave, though there is certainly merit in the suggestion, a logic to finding healing hands. Something about the stranger stays her, however, makes her hesitate to depart. There is half a memory which gnaws upon her mind, a place where she has seen the dark-haired stranger, offset by fire and discontent.
She is not an Attuned, so Amalia cannot speak to her, not in this form. And Amalia is too weak to speak silently to Remi as a mortal, so she stays the leopardess by his side, offering herself as warmth and support, a promise pulsing through their mental bond. Should I find Isla, or stay with you? She will do what he says, and nothing else: the alchemist seems to know the woman, and if he trusts her then Amalia will leave despite her own reluctance.
