Amalia
she wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
The steam that rises from the shield of flame is made denser by Amalia's inadvertent retaliation, a large puff of vapor escaping her blowhole as she exhales forcefully and instinctively. Popping her head out of the water, she chuckles in a series of clicks and shrill sounds that aren't too dissimilar from Jyoti's but certainly higher pitched, clearly pleased with the revelation of her newest, strangest form.
What's a dolphin? It's a strange and conuterintuitive way to move her body, but her time as an otter helps her adjust: legs simultaneous, no arms to extend, her body moving with impossible ease through the salty water. Whale seems right. I feel more like Jyoti than a fish.
As if on cue the little starwhale appears, singing excitedly as she dashes between spouts of water, utterly delighted with this new shift. As Amalia and Jigano reach water shallow enough for the tall bard to stand Jyoti begins to inspect her companion, trilling eagerly at their similarities, utterly taken with the (yes, very pink) shift.
What's a dolphin? It's a strange and conuterintuitive way to move her body, but her time as an otter helps her adjust: legs simultaneous, no arms to extend, her body moving with impossible ease through the salty water. Whale seems right. I feel more like Jyoti than a fish.
As if on cue the little starwhale appears, singing excitedly as she dashes between spouts of water, utterly delighted with this new shift. As Amalia and Jigano reach water shallow enough for the tall bard to stand Jyoti begins to inspect her companion, trilling eagerly at their similarities, utterly taken with the (yes, very pink) shift.
she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see
she saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea
