AMALIA
He takes her onslaught with great aplomb, an avian cackle filling the air, causing her to shiver with recognition and delight. She would grin if she could, in too many kinds of triumph to point to one: triumph in her dousing of him, triumph at his newfound form, triumph in the very fact that she has been found and allowed to blossom in the blaze of his sun.She does not expect any reprieve, nor would she have wanted it, turning her head back to keep him in her sights as he pursues on massive wings, still learning to maneuver a foreign form. It is easier for her, lithe and experienced, though she doubts her advantage will last for long.
He makes his secondary onslaught and Amalia does not pull away, too amused by his tactics to try and avoid the frigid droplets that spray through the air. Tilting her wings the girl coils tightly around him, amusement and concern pulsing through the bond as he nearly sends himself into the water before pulling back up into the air.
You'll need another form for swimming, she calls out with gentle mockery. Besting her wings, the creature of cream and spangled stars shoots back into the air, a goal glowing bright in her mind. Come? He will recognize the image she sends him: the tallest tree hanging over the Oasis, the unconquered giant of her youth.
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
