AMALIA
save some love for yourself, my dear
Amalia, too, dislikes the Spire, but unlike Ianto she has spent an uncomfortable amount of time within and around the crumbling structure, finding herself partially responsible for its imminent demise. These days, though, she finds herself prowling around the perimeter with some level of frequency: not for any pleasure in the process, but as a deterrent to blighted attackers, to try and defend the roses of Vi. Her own blooms planted, she needs a purpose, a cause, lest she fall fully into disarray and despair.
White on white, the leopardess is comfortable in the frosty element, her paws light on the ever increasing snow. It is early still, a frigid morning, too cold for any others to be out, or so Amalia thinks as she circles the structure's base. But no, there is a crunch of footfalls, and a distantly familiar scent on the air. Human, and lacking the mildewy rot of those with the blight. Pausing, the leopardess raises her head, frozen in uncertainty before setting off to investigate, cautious and bold.
The figure she spots is a surprising one, but not unpleasantly so. It has been some time since she saw Ianto aside from their brief reunion in the Cloisters, and she is pleased to see the fox alive and well. Padding toward the copper haired figure, the leopard settles on her haunches, looking up with curious black eyes. Here for some gardening?
White on white, the leopardess is comfortable in the frosty element, her paws light on the ever increasing snow. It is early still, a frigid morning, too cold for any others to be out, or so Amalia thinks as she circles the structure's base. But no, there is a crunch of footfalls, and a distantly familiar scent on the air. Human, and lacking the mildewy rot of those with the blight. Pausing, the leopardess raises her head, frozen in uncertainty before setting off to investigate, cautious and bold.
The figure she spots is a surprising one, but not unpleasantly so. It has been some time since she saw Ianto aside from their brief reunion in the Cloisters, and she is pleased to see the fox alive and well. Padding toward the copper haired figure, the leopard settles on her haunches, looking up with curious black eyes. Here for some gardening?
