She knows to roll onto her back, knows she will not drown - it's the vastness of it that fills her with a terrifying sort of awe. Still, she shifts obligingly, her claws maneuvering so she can be on her back and still cling to him lest he let her drift away.
The steady pace calms her a little; slowly Amalia begins to glance around, casting dark eyes over the illuminated waves as the sun peeks cautiously across the horizon. How far down is it? She's rather content to stay at the surface just now, where she can still see the shore and the stars and the sky.
The steady pace calms her a little; slowly Amalia begins to glance around, casting dark eyes over the illuminated waves as the sun peeks cautiously across the horizon. How far down is it? She's rather content to stay at the surface just now, where she can still see the shore and the stars and the sky.
Amalia & Jyoti
born from dark water, daughters of the rain and snow
