[Training] True Colors

Amalia

she wants the silence but fears the solitude

she wants to be alone and together with you

Whales breathe through the top of their heads, Amalia points out, more in curiosity than protest. And I'm not grey. She'll have to do more research on the subject- perhaps there is a library here. That simple idea thrills her.

The pair of companions is a bright point in a rapidly clouding afternoon, Jyoti practically vibrating in her delight while Isuma's reticence remains clear through Amalia's attuned senses. Laughing a little, the girl-turned-caetean rolls over onto her back, half shifting so her upper half regains its human shape while her tail remains intact. "Look, I'm a mermaid!" - though the full effect is rather strangely offset by the otter fur that covers her skin, keeping the Shield warm.

The water is shallow enough now that Amalia can practically lie down, her elbows on the sand at the bottom of the calm pool, eyes upturned to the darkening sky. Frowning slightly, she quirks her lips. "That's weird, it was so beautiful a minute ago. I hope the storm passes quickly-"

And as though she willed it the clouds begin to dramatically clear, dissapating without a trace and leaving Amalia very bemused as she turns wide eyes to Jigano. "Did... Did you do that?"

she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see

she saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea