meet me where the falling stars live
Three. Amalia shakes her head bemusedly, not sure what to think of this sudden influx of demigods. If she could blush at Loren's comment she would, embarrassment tinged with a little selfish relief as she bashfully shakes her head. I didn't mean... she begins, but trails off before she can finish. Of course she meant it: she isn't fooling herself. Deep down, Amalia is selfishly thrilled to continue being the Shield of Vi.
Uh... Thankfully Amalia is spared from having to answer Loren's inquiry about Frey by his sudden and much-anticipated rescue. The qilin stumbles forward as the mud at least releases its hold on the badger, shifting back to otter form before her gangly figure can collapse into the muck. Turning to inspect her friend, the girl shakes her dirt-ridden figure. That's... a conversation for later, maybe. I have to get back to the shop and clean up. Coming?
{~fin for Ama}
Uh... Thankfully Amalia is spared from having to answer Loren's inquiry about Frey by his sudden and much-anticipated rescue. The qilin stumbles forward as the mud at least releases its hold on the badger, shifting back to otter form before her gangly figure can collapse into the muck. Turning to inspect her friend, the girl shakes her dirt-ridden figure. That's... a conversation for later, maybe. I have to get back to the shop and clean up. Coming?
{~fin for Ama}
i will wait for you all day and night
