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 snowBut what about the friends she left behind? Ah, so he knows. She isn't surprised- and it's nice, in a way, to be able to say something, even if it's coded, even if it's opaque. Turning her broad, feline face to Remi, Amalia returns his affection in kind, the sadness and exhaustion clear in her mind. Could the princess stay hidden, if it put them at risk?
Jigano's arrival interrupts any further conversation on the matter. Amalia purrs a happy greeting to the raven, though there's a shred of darkness far beneath, a little sadness, a little bitterness, something hidden and shuttered from view. A riff-raff crew, the three of them start off, two felines and a corvid above, making their way off the edge of the storm. Do you see anything, Jigano, she asks, trying to peer through the fringes of storm. Any openings? Or...
Or...
People?
Amalia freezes, her dark eyes widening and shifting to avian form, not sure she's seeing the thing she sees. A small woman, vaguely familiar, staggers along at the end of the storm, almost a mirage in the shattering lightning. Ashetta does not need to run: Amalia is already taking up speed, even before she is sure of what she's seeing, even while she still thinks it may be a dream. Leopard legs make her fast and fleeting, and it is not until she is nearly upon her that the cat flips back into human shape, sliding barefoot to a stop behind the woman she does not know.
"Are you okay?" Amalia gasps, reaching out to steady the woman, her black gaze looking for wounds. "How did you get here? How long have you been out?" She glances at Remi and Jigano, looking for answers, for help.
Jigano's arrival interrupts any further conversation on the matter. Amalia purrs a happy greeting to the raven, though there's a shred of darkness far beneath, a little sadness, a little bitterness, something hidden and shuttered from view. A riff-raff crew, the three of them start off, two felines and a corvid above, making their way off the edge of the storm. Do you see anything, Jigano, she asks, trying to peer through the fringes of storm. Any openings? Or...
Or...
People?
Amalia freezes, her dark eyes widening and shifting to avian form, not sure she's seeing the thing she sees. A small woman, vaguely familiar, staggers along at the end of the storm, almost a mirage in the shattering lightning. Ashetta does not need to run: Amalia is already taking up speed, even before she is sure of what she's seeing, even while she still thinks it may be a dream. Leopard legs make her fast and fleeting, and it is not until she is nearly upon her that the cat flips back into human shape, sliding barefoot to a stop behind the woman she does not know.
"Are you okay?" Amalia gasps, reaching out to steady the woman, her black gaze looking for wounds. "How did you get here? How long have you been out?" She glances at Remi and Jigano, looking for answers, for help.
