Amalia
Sometimes Amalia is the leopard. Sometimes the leopard is Amalia.
Adam's touch upon her spine brings the girl's attention back to herself; she glances up at the spindly man, a curious purr rumbling from her throat. With a long, slow nod and a last glance at the place where the cat sith stood Amalia begins to transform back, fur disappearing into human skin, ears growing smaller, tail drawn in.
Stretching enough to crack her spine, Amalia turns to Adam and Coffee, her eyes still a little feline. "Sorry," she says, a little abashed, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear before sighing to look back where the cat once was. "I wanted to warn it off, but I don't know that it will do much good."
Leaving makes sense: their task here is done. Walking back to where they left their supplies Amalia glances at Adam again, a question long lingering in her mind finally slipping down to her tongue. "Hey... The scars on your face. How did you get them?"
Adam's touch upon her spine brings the girl's attention back to herself; she glances up at the spindly man, a curious purr rumbling from her throat. With a long, slow nod and a last glance at the place where the cat sith stood Amalia begins to transform back, fur disappearing into human skin, ears growing smaller, tail drawn in.
Stretching enough to crack her spine, Amalia turns to Adam and Coffee, her eyes still a little feline. "Sorry," she says, a little abashed, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear before sighing to look back where the cat once was. "I wanted to warn it off, but I don't know that it will do much good."
Leaving makes sense: their task here is done. Walking back to where they left their supplies Amalia glances at Adam again, a question long lingering in her mind finally slipping down to her tongue. "Hey... The scars on your face. How did you get them?"
