Amalia
she wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
He dodges the flung cloud of fire, not particularly neatly but effectively enough. Amalia winces when he falls to the ground, grinning sheepishly from her vantage point, a little embarrassed and a little bit proud as the bard is soaked with water and the fire fizzles in a geyser. She hasn't used her shield very much in active combat yet, instead storing magic and recycling it for later, but she has trained with Deimos on how to wield it and the motions feel similar enough.
Unfortunately that familiarity is not enough to save her from his next onslaught. The spear hurls toward her across the rainbow lagoon with all the ferocity of lightning; Amalia only has a second to react, and the water makes her slow. Leaping to the right and out of the way, she cannot avoid it in its entirety. Fire blooms across her face, a searing burn manifesting on her left cheek. The Shield gasps in pain and surprise, raising her hand up to gingerly touch it.
"Ow."
She doesn't take long to retaliate, though. Without magic of her own to wield, Amalia is left to her whims and her tools- and oh, does she make use of them. Calling on her qilin power the girl leaps up from the sand, landing on the surface of the water and taking off at a run. Her goal is to dodge and weave between the geysers, hopefully causing him to lose sight of her as she slips down once more into the water and adopts the otter shift.
Except... the skin she slips into isn't an otter. It isn't anything she's ever been before. It's almost like Sunjata's, but smaller. Sleeker. Faster.
And pink.
Unfortunately that familiarity is not enough to save her from his next onslaught. The spear hurls toward her across the rainbow lagoon with all the ferocity of lightning; Amalia only has a second to react, and the water makes her slow. Leaping to the right and out of the way, she cannot avoid it in its entirety. Fire blooms across her face, a searing burn manifesting on her left cheek. The Shield gasps in pain and surprise, raising her hand up to gingerly touch it.
"Ow."
She doesn't take long to retaliate, though. Without magic of her own to wield, Amalia is left to her whims and her tools- and oh, does she make use of them. Calling on her qilin power the girl leaps up from the sand, landing on the surface of the water and taking off at a run. Her goal is to dodge and weave between the geysers, hopefully causing him to lose sight of her as she slips down once more into the water and adopts the otter shift.
Except... the skin she slips into isn't an otter. It isn't anything she's ever been before. It's almost like Sunjata's, but smaller. Sleeker. Faster.
And pink.
she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see
she saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea
