AMALIA
He follows, follows, follows her down, follows as he always does, as she would do for him. Together they rip through the surface of the pool, sending dream fish coiling away in alarm, droplets of lightly illuminated water left behind as she raises her talons just enough to evade the surface before dipping it back in artful strokes. Starlight and shadow, contrasting and alike, the pair must be a magnificent sight- or he must, at least, the girl thinks, astoundingly large and majestically graceful.There is a point of peace between them, a moment where they float in grace without any mischief, strains of silence and the songs of their hearts a melody strung in the moonlit air. It is not a long moment, and she is not sad when it is broken, but it is one she will cherish in the days ahead, replay and remember through dark nights and hard days.
It is a cold splash of water which awakes her from her reverie, reminds her that theirs is a dance of mayhem, playful interludes among the peace, and oh, the reminder is a welcome one. Too much tumult, sad looks and harsh words and tears of frigid ice. Amalia is tired of failure, of falling, and it is wonderful for a moment to forget her fears. Playful indignation ripples through their bond, her amusement and surprise obvious as music played between their hearts.
Turning tightly, the girl attempts a retaliation, her dark eyes glittering with mischief and mirth. Angling her body, the owl dips one wing into the water, creating a wave around the feathers which, while slowing her down, does not drag her under. A swift upward motion as she passes him by sends droplets flying through the air, no withholding in her action, attempting to do naught but drench.
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
