AMALIA
Amalia spots the vulture before it lands, her wide owl eyes easily tracking her large shape in the dim light. Calling out with a keen, clear cry, she greets the familiar harpy warmly, a little bit of humor in the bond between their minds. Fancy seeing you here, Amalia murmurs into Kiada's thoughts, hopping over on the branch to make room for the bigger bird.The other owl trills its distress, not quite sure what to do with the big scavenger on the branch. It shuffles uneasily, and Amalia takes pity on the thing, releasing it from her compulsion's grasp and letting it fly out into the night. I've been practicing... so far it's only owls. But look- and the girl reaches out again, pulling into the thoughts of two little owls, coaxing them out into the glade where they begin to zip around the trees, Jyoti crooning in their wake.
You are flesh and blood
And you deserve to be loved
and you deserve what you are given
And oh, how much
And you deserve to be loved
and you deserve what you are given
And oh, how much
