back to life

Amalia Through skin and hair, in arms and hands, she finds a place of comfort, of home. Claws adjust carefully, aspiring to keep from tearing against his skin as she shifts around to his back. The water, ever a source of trepidation for the girl, is much less frightening in the otter form. Even without the use of her legs she can feel herself floating, gliding easily as she maneuvers across his form until her claws are tangled in his mane, holding to his shoulders, ready to fly in another way. All right. She is alright, for the first time in days, ready to dip beneath the blue and taste the clear waters of the Oasis. Trust pulses through the Attuned bond, faith that he will not let her drown, whatever their next misadventure may be. He is her ship in the storm, after all. reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you