AmaLiA
Safrin's shield
Amalia cannot help but be drawn to the music, though it takes her a moment to find her way to the audience. She has been standing guard near the door but now she wanders closer, still wearing the skin of the luminous qilin, her hooves picking daintily through the hall. Lily's playing is lovely, her voice enticing; it reminds her of LongNights long ago, when her grandmother would similarly entertain.
Dressed in lilac and sliver and scales the Shield drifts along the outskirts until she nears the fire, trying to be an unobtrusive as possible while still maintaining her shape. Quietly she bends her knees, settling onto the floor near Adam and Melita, a silent invitation extended for them to lean against her if they will, her large, soft eyes bright as she watches Lily captivate them all.
Jyoti has no such trepidation and makes her way joyously to the singer's side, spreading starlight to help set the stage, appreciative of the relief from oppressive quiet and dark.
Dressed in lilac and sliver and scales the Shield drifts along the outskirts until she nears the fire, trying to be an unobtrusive as possible while still maintaining her shape. Quietly she bends her knees, settling onto the floor near Adam and Melita, a silent invitation extended for them to lean against her if they will, her large, soft eyes bright as she watches Lily captivate them all.
Jyoti has no such trepidation and makes her way joyously to the singer's side, spreading starlight to help set the stage, appreciative of the relief from oppressive quiet and dark.
& once again I shall kiss the sky
