Amalia
It isn't until Adam reaches for the lantern that Amalia realizes just how absurdly tall he actually is, natural height only accentuated by the constant and absurd choice of shoes. Stepping back, she looks at them skeptically, torn between feeling appalled and impressed. "How do you walk in those?" the girl asks, raising an eyebrow and nodding toward his footware. "Does everyone wear boots like that, where you're from?" They must all be giants, she thinks, towering around in their carriages in their cities full of roads.
Coffee's antics are quite impressive, and the girl grins at the little dragon, clapping her hands approvingly. "And I will give you all the bread you can eat." She does not comment on at the bar, though a flash of concern flutters over her face. Again she thinks about the horn, empty and waiting to be refilled. What choices would Adam make today? Would she look inside to find it full of rum this time, come to his house and find him unconscious on the floor?
Movement distracts her from these thoughts, a flash of black in the underbrush. "Look," Amalia exclaims in a forceful whisper, pointing to the small black creature, a flash of white emblazoned on its chest. "I think that's the Cat Sith. Ludo says it steals souls."
Biting her lip, the girl steps forward, letting her body shift and change until she is a leopardess. Glaring at the offending creature, the larger feline lowers her eyes. Leave these people - these souls - alone. Let them find Ludo in peace.
Coffee's antics are quite impressive, and the girl grins at the little dragon, clapping her hands approvingly. "And I will give you all the bread you can eat." She does not comment on at the bar, though a flash of concern flutters over her face. Again she thinks about the horn, empty and waiting to be refilled. What choices would Adam make today? Would she look inside to find it full of rum this time, come to his house and find him unconscious on the floor?
Movement distracts her from these thoughts, a flash of black in the underbrush. "Look," Amalia exclaims in a forceful whisper, pointing to the small black creature, a flash of white emblazoned on its chest. "I think that's the Cat Sith. Ludo says it steals souls."
Biting her lip, the girl steps forward, letting her body shift and change until she is a leopardess. Glaring at the offending creature, the larger feline lowers her eyes. Leave these people - these souls - alone. Let them find Ludo in peace.
