AmaLiA
Safrin's shield
Amalia hears the cry as well, and it is moments before she makes her way to the door, slipping out behind Jigano and transforming as she does. The qilin is a beacon of light, she knows, but it sounds as though a beacon is what they need now: guidance, respite, a haven to come home to, solace from the encroaching dark. Remi, do you see us? Amalia calls, her mental voice echoing in the endless night.
She is larger than the luxere yet fits among them, her long horns and delicate features not so unlike the deer. Conjuring up memories of sunlit days beside the Stonesong, of Safrin's fingers in her hair, Amalia attempts to assist Jigano in guiding the deer to a protective stance. Low in her chest a rumble grows, melodious, the sound of water on ancient stone, giving a backdrop to the bard's melody as the searches in the night for signs of the missing.
Her staff and shield are tucked in the leather cuff, ready to be summoned should any need it, and the necklace of charms with Deimos' barrier glitters on her neck. Peering, hoping, praying to any who might hear her, the qilin calls into the darkness while lavender fire licks her limbs.
She is larger than the luxere yet fits among them, her long horns and delicate features not so unlike the deer. Conjuring up memories of sunlit days beside the Stonesong, of Safrin's fingers in her hair, Amalia attempts to assist Jigano in guiding the deer to a protective stance. Low in her chest a rumble grows, melodious, the sound of water on ancient stone, giving a backdrop to the bard's melody as the searches in the night for signs of the missing.
Her staff and shield are tucked in the leather cuff, ready to be summoned should any need it, and the necklace of charms with Deimos' barrier glitters on her neck. Peering, hoping, praying to any who might hear her, the qilin calls into the darkness while lavender fire licks her limbs.
& once again I shall kiss the sky
