Amalia
A deeper conversation is all I want from you-
Through some strange miracle Wessex's patch falls away, cut loose by talons and left on the ground. The owl cannot help but breathe a sigh of relief, the adversary she was most concerned about knocked out of the game before she could unsheathe those claws.Glancing about to take stock, she is excited to see Ianto neutralized as well, though the sight of Jigano still makes her feel a pang of loss and confusion and anger. She had heard he was sick, had sent bread and consolation with Rory; to see him here, fighting, without apparent signs of illness stings and snaps against her heart. Heavily the owl turns away, watching as Adam leaves the game before circling to their last opponent.
Amaila's initial plan had been to repeat her attack on Wessex, swooping down and carefully extracting the colored patch without drawing blood. And were it just Melita she would- but there is something in the air between the girls, and as the owl remembers that night when Kiada dragged herself, battered, into the store, a deep sort of dread settles into her stomach.
She shifts back to human as she lands, transferring the blue patch to her hand before shoving it into a pocket. They're both already bleeding and scorched; "Kiada! Melita! Enough!" Amalia cries, reaching out to try and grab Kiada's hand before she can throw another blade, her body between the feuding girls, a shield against more unnecessary rage.
Amalia is focused on keeping Kiada and Melita from killing each other.
- I want the words you're afraid to say:
the lonely ones you keep hidden
between the folds of your heart
