AmaLiA
Safrin's shield
The ease of it is infectious; Amalia's grin broadens in response, her dark eyes glittering with a childish happiness as her sister calls from across the pond. There has been far too much darkness of late to let it into this moment they share, and the starwhale light that fills the clearing illuminates Amalia's tawny skin as she draws her feet out from her shoes. Setting them gently upon the shore, she turns back to the red haired woman, her toes squishing into the copious mud. "Ready?" she calls, alive and emboldened--
And leaps.
For a moment it looks as though she may fly, clear the pond in an arc of grace and land beside the other girl. But no- Amalia falls as surely as she rises, feet crashing down and down, the inevitable splash and dousing of water ticking nearer with every heartbeat--
--Until it doesn't come.
Instead the graceful girl lands on the surface of the water, a small cloud of steam appearing beneath the cloven hooves at the bottom of qilin legs. Like a slender satyr she stands on the surface, striding toward her childhood friend. The grin that marks her face is infectious; as she nears the side where Evie stands it only seems to grow. "Ta-da," she murmurs, low and excited, a little bashful at her own pride. Spinning around, Amalia extends her arms, letting harmless fire dance over silver-scaled limbs. "What do you think?"
And leaps.
For a moment it looks as though she may fly, clear the pond in an arc of grace and land beside the other girl. But no- Amalia falls as surely as she rises, feet crashing down and down, the inevitable splash and dousing of water ticking nearer with every heartbeat--
--Until it doesn't come.
Instead the graceful girl lands on the surface of the water, a small cloud of steam appearing beneath the cloven hooves at the bottom of qilin legs. Like a slender satyr she stands on the surface, striding toward her childhood friend. The grin that marks her face is infectious; as she nears the side where Evie stands it only seems to grow. "Ta-da," she murmurs, low and excited, a little bashful at her own pride. Spinning around, Amalia extends her arms, letting harmless fire dance over silver-scaled limbs. "What do you think?"
& once again I shall kiss the sky
