AmaLIa
shield of safrin
He takes it all so easily in stride, the things she wonders about in her awe. Flying creatures with gems in their head that give humans the ability to breathe in water, and endless expanse of blue open ahead of her, the aroma of salt stinging her nose and eyes. She shakes her head, exhaling sharply. "Wow."
She blinks when he abruptly decides it's time to go their separate ways, her expression shifting into something strained and unsure. "I'm not going anywhere," Amalia points out blandly, gesturing to her legs. "But if you have more errands to run don't let me slow you down. Maybe you can show me around Torchline."
It's the least he can do for her, really.
Extending out her arms, Amalia shifts her form again, adopting the owl's garb. Taking awkwardly to wing she flaps over toward Ronin's waiting cart before settling in and shifting back, an eyebrow raised in challenge.
She blinks when he abruptly decides it's time to go their separate ways, her expression shifting into something strained and unsure. "I'm not going anywhere," Amalia points out blandly, gesturing to her legs. "But if you have more errands to run don't let me slow you down. Maybe you can show me around Torchline."
It's the least he can do for her, really.
Extending out her arms, Amalia shifts her form again, adopting the owl's garb. Taking awkwardly to wing she flaps over toward Ronin's waiting cart before settling in and shifting back, an eyebrow raised in challenge.
you can't choose what stays
and what fades away
and what fades away
