goodbye, yellow brick road

Amalia does not turn around at the sound of Ronin's voice, though her body ripples briefly with tension before relaxing once again. The threat of heroics is both unsurprising and unnecessary; she shivers silently, letting feathers briefly rise and fall upon her bare neck, a testament to the avian form that lurks inside her blood. "The days when I could jump are gone-" though whether because of the owl shift or for other reasons remains unclear. She cannot jump, because she cannot fall. And she cannot fall because Ronin would follow, and Remi, and Deimos, and others as well, unnecessary casualties to a broken heart who do not deserve her pain. Amalia rolls her shoulders as Ronin draws to a stop beside her, neither rejection nor invitation. "I'm surprised you don't want to push me off, your majesty," she remarks, glancing wryly at the new crowned king, something dark and brittle in her voice, anger at herself, guilt and fear. Does he hate her now, like Wessex and Edy? Doesn't she deserve it, if he does? Stepping back from the looming edge, Amalia exhales a sigh. "Want to see why I come up here?" She slips her bag from her back as she speaks, waiting for him to reply before sharing her strange activity. Amalia i've been watching your kindness keep a lonely company - look at the fire and think of me