the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
Amalia is not aware of the chaos, the danger going on inside. She comes to slowly, her long lashes fluttering gently upon her cheeks, dark eyes slowly coming into focus as she attempts to process what just happened, how she got here, where she is. All she can see is a large, starry eye staring down worriedly at her, a stream anxiety and relief and terror rushing into her mind.
"Jyo? What- oh, Mort."
Ronin. The temple. The rock.
Rising unsteadily to her feet, Amalia blinks around through the haze, trying to get her bearings. She's outside now, through some unexpected twist, and the temple, while still standing, is not in good shape. Jyoti is screaming, or something, but it's hard to make out; her ears are still ringing, and the world is spinning. Stumbling forward, Amalia lunges toward the crumbling walls, shifting as Jyoti follows behind and trying, in owl form, to find a way in, while calling to Jigano for a status report.
Ama shifts to an owl and tries to fly in through the collapsed roof while mentally asking Jigano for a status report. Jyoti follows, calling out to Wessex.
"Jyo? What- oh, Mort."
Ronin. The temple. The rock.
Rising unsteadily to her feet, Amalia blinks around through the haze, trying to get her bearings. She's outside now, through some unexpected twist, and the temple, while still standing, is not in good shape. Jyoti is screaming, or something, but it's hard to make out; her ears are still ringing, and the world is spinning. Stumbling forward, Amalia lunges toward the crumbling walls, shifting as Jyoti follows behind and trying, in owl form, to find a way in, while calling to Jigano for a status report.
Ama shifts to an owl and tries to fly in through the collapsed roof while mentally asking Jigano for a status report. Jyoti follows, calling out to Wessex.
