Amalia
the shield of safrin
Truth be told, Amalia is somewhat grateful her eyes are shut. The sounds the Prince make are illustration enough of how it might appear, and the creature's smell continues to overwhelm her, even through the cloth. Though... a thought strikes her suddenly, and the girl lets her face shift a little, avian feathers sprouting around the edges as she focuses on transforming her olfactory center to that of an owl.She feels silly for not thinking of this before. Owls have no sense of smell.
Instantly feeling much easier, the girl sighs. Now, though, words are a little bit challenging, the partial shift leaving her voice rather hooty in quality. "Did you like it?" the girl asks hopefully, praying this will have created a bridge between them. "I can bring more, next time." Gesturing blindly back to where she thinks Loren is, Amalia reaches into her bag and pulls out the rose. "My friend would like to try using some magic. To see if it helps you. Is that alright? And I... I also brought you this flower." She offers it forward, eyes still shut, hopeful that it will do something.
And if not, well. At least it is a taste of the outside world.
someday we'll find what we're looking for
or maybe not
maybe we'll find something much greater
