Amalia
she wants the silence but fears the solitude
she wants to be alone and together with you
Hardly an expert, she offers back quickly, easily deflecting the misplaced praise. She knows about Jyoti and that's it; if anyone is an expert on whales, it's Sunjata, and well... Amalia is not particularly interested in his opinion on things.
Trying to keep from dwelling on the darkness that lurks so easily in the edges of her mind, Amalia shakes her head and glances back at Jigano, grinning as he comes to rest beside her. "Ottermaid, definitely."
If the clearing of the clouds is surprising, Jigano's idea that she somehow caused it is even more so. "I don't have magic." The reply is fast, automatic, Amalia shaking her head- she isn't Abandoned, never has been, never wished to be. Although now that she thinks about it, the qilin does have abilities she would have thought she needed magic to use...
Could this form be the same.
Frowning down at her hands, the Shield takes a breath. When she looks back at the sky it is with a great deal of concentration, her mind drawing the idea of a storm to the fore. Closing her eyes, she tries to picture it all: the smell of a coming autumn rain, the way the wind slashes over her face, the frigid and invigorating drops biting into her skin-
She opens her eyes to find her cheeks wet, and not just from the ocean. Above her the sky has once again turned grey, clouds churning and boiling with the promise of a deluge. The look she gives Jigano is utterly mystified. "I... did that?"
Trying to keep from dwelling on the darkness that lurks so easily in the edges of her mind, Amalia shakes her head and glances back at Jigano, grinning as he comes to rest beside her. "Ottermaid, definitely."
If the clearing of the clouds is surprising, Jigano's idea that she somehow caused it is even more so. "I don't have magic." The reply is fast, automatic, Amalia shaking her head- she isn't Abandoned, never has been, never wished to be. Although now that she thinks about it, the qilin does have abilities she would have thought she needed magic to use...
Could this form be the same.
Frowning down at her hands, the Shield takes a breath. When she looks back at the sky it is with a great deal of concentration, her mind drawing the idea of a storm to the fore. Closing her eyes, she tries to picture it all: the smell of a coming autumn rain, the way the wind slashes over her face, the frigid and invigorating drops biting into her skin-
She opens her eyes to find her cheeks wet, and not just from the ocean. Above her the sky has once again turned grey, clouds churning and boiling with the promise of a deluge. The look she gives Jigano is utterly mystified. "I... did that?"
she ran to the lighthouse, hoped that it would help her see
she saw that the lighthouse had been washed out to sea
