Amalia;
Crying out a note of triumph as she at last catches the hunter's shoulder, Amalia circles in the air a moment, happy to have a rest. It has been a fun workout, but the girl is getting weary, her breath coming fast. Still, the game does not seem to be over: Ronin, remarkably, is full of pep, and rises from the grass to give her chase.
Squawking in mock indignation, Amalia lands back on the ground, shifting once more to feline form. Tempting as it may be to fly into a tree and perch that seems an unfair advantage- besides, her legs are long and swift, and it will be difficult for him to catch her either way. She tries to make him loop in circles, curving her body to draw him along, wondering how long it will take for him to cut across. As she does, she doubles back, directing the circles to where he fell - just in case he's playing another trick.
Squawking in mock indignation, Amalia lands back on the ground, shifting once more to feline form. Tempting as it may be to fly into a tree and perch that seems an unfair advantage- besides, her legs are long and swift, and it will be difficult for him to catch her either way. She tries to make him loop in circles, curving her body to draw him along, wondering how long it will take for him to cut across. As she does, she doubles back, directing the circles to where he fell - just in case he's playing another trick.
dry your smoke-stung eyes
you can see the light
you can see the light
