Amalia
she was afraid of heights
Amalia does not hear Delah's hiss, but she does feel the hands on her arm, the healing power coursing through her, clearing her aching lungs. With a deep inhale the girl falls backwards, leaing the tulmhainar's cloud of smoke, a cough tearing through the burning muscles, her eyes watering in sudden pain. "Thank you," she murmurs to the healer, bowing her head in gratitude.
The Tulmhainar's mournful message does nothing to dent Amalia's determination. Rather, it bolsters it, sparks her stubborn streak like flint. We have come this far, too far to fail- and she rises, a fire in her chest. "Wait here," she says to the others, to the creature, silently instructing Jyoti to remain as well. "I am going to call for Safrin. Wait... wait for me."
She shifts into the owl form, trusting the speed of it, the beat of wings more than her human legs. Turning, the girl flies back up the stairs, pausing to cough, her head light and her breathing heavy. At last she breaks through into the sunlight, gasping greedily at fresh air. It soothes her throat, cools her lungs, and as she breathes she calls out mentally, dark eyes on the skies above.
Safrin! We found the Tulmhainar- she is alive, but weak. She says she cannot leave. Please... help us free her, so she can see the sky one last time.
Ama owls it up and goes outside to call for Saffy
The Tulmhainar's mournful message does nothing to dent Amalia's determination. Rather, it bolsters it, sparks her stubborn streak like flint. We have come this far, too far to fail- and she rises, a fire in her chest. "Wait here," she says to the others, to the creature, silently instructing Jyoti to remain as well. "I am going to call for Safrin. Wait... wait for me."
She shifts into the owl form, trusting the speed of it, the beat of wings more than her human legs. Turning, the girl flies back up the stairs, pausing to cough, her head light and her breathing heavy. At last she breaks through into the sunlight, gasping greedily at fresh air. It soothes her throat, cools her lungs, and as she breathes she calls out mentally, dark eyes on the skies above.
Safrin! We found the Tulmhainar- she is alive, but weak. She says she cannot leave. Please... help us free her, so she can see the sky one last time.
Ama owls it up and goes outside to call for Saffy
but she was much more afraid
of never flying
