Amalia;
For a moment Ronin seems to flicker, and Amalia blinks in stunned surprise - which only increases as a second one joins the first, marking one more of the guild master than she is prepared to deal with today. Again she blinks as one disappears, her eyebrows furrowing into a frown. "How..?" she murmurs, a little mystified, though somehow not surprised that he is capable of such a feat.
He is a man reborn, after all.
Amalia cannot help but smile at Jyoti's fondness for the man, tilting her head indulgently as the little calf enjoys the attention, trilling and rolling over in the air to allow him to scratch her belly. "I see." The baker arches a tawny brow, her expression resigned, though not unhappily so. The mention of training makes something indistinct flicker across her face, a little bit uncertain, a little resigned. Her gaze shifts to the far horizon; the girl gives a thoughtful sigh. "I should train too." Her voice is distracted: there is clearly something else on her mind, but the idea of physicality is a welcome distraction.
Turning back to Ronin, Amalia flashes a suddenly feline grin, letting herself begin to shift into the feline form. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine?" the baker invites, before turning fully into the leopard, relishing the feeling of fur over her skin.
He is a man reborn, after all.
Amalia cannot help but smile at Jyoti's fondness for the man, tilting her head indulgently as the little calf enjoys the attention, trilling and rolling over in the air to allow him to scratch her belly. "I see." The baker arches a tawny brow, her expression resigned, though not unhappily so. The mention of training makes something indistinct flicker across her face, a little bit uncertain, a little resigned. Her gaze shifts to the far horizon; the girl gives a thoughtful sigh. "I should train too." Her voice is distracted: there is clearly something else on her mind, but the idea of physicality is a welcome distraction.
Turning back to Ronin, Amalia flashes a suddenly feline grin, letting herself begin to shift into the feline form. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine?" the baker invites, before turning fully into the leopard, relishing the feeling of fur over her skin.
dry your smoke-stung eyes
you can see the light
you can see the light
