small stars in seas of vastness

i wanted to be ruined —

a little more than i wanted

— to be loved

Oh, Amalia’s laugh is brilliant and beautiful, and Kiada positively beams while the Shield giggles. Even Deimos’ words are cut off as Amalia moves away, to sit and look at them all – this strange, stitched together family they have, written in the stars in a way, as it were. And she can’t help the quiet snort from leaving her own person as she looks back toward Deimos. “It is kind of silly. But that means we need to see the full form now, to see just what you look like.” She jests with a wink.

When she had discovered hers, she had been trying to compel animals like Amalia could, trying to call out to those similar to her, to bring them close and gather them. It hadn’t worked, but it had shown her the tufted eared feline, bronze in color and rather small in comparison – but still beautiful. And it certainly kept the bed warm, nestling into her blankets with furs and paws, rather than her cold, lonely person.

So she nears Amalia where she sits, bright grin still cascading along her face as she leans against the table, uncertain what to even say from here – though her dark ears flicker with her thoughts.

KIADA