AMALIA
you're staring at the sky
watching stars collide
"Animal-shifty people... I suppose that's one way to put it." Grinning, Amalia shrugs, letting her features shift. Fangs peek out from behind her lips, and her ears become round and furred. Slitted eyes stare down at Adam, bright with amusement at her own light jest, the feline appearance ghosting over her figure before retreating back down to human skin. Tilting her head, she regards him thoughtfully. "Have you ever thought about it? Taking on an animal form?"watching stars collide
Her mirth dies at the discussion of the Voice, and the girl turns away, a distant expression on her face. "She's still here. Though signs of her.... the woods are dying, and I think she's to blame." Hardened, angry, the girl glints, a little of the feline back in her features. Then she sighs, and shakes her head, letting her golden hair fall about her shoulders.
Glancing sidelong back at Adam, Amalia bites gently on her lip. "I... I was there. When she was first freed from the Underground. It was my fault." Her hands curl and uncurl in her lap, and she stares down at them, a frown on her face. How much of this would have been avoided, if only she hadn't spoken the riddle to set the Voice free?
