A M A L I A
Unlike Deimos in his indecision, Amalia finds the idea of the game delightfully charming, if a bit bemusing. Find me calls Ludo the black-eyed youth, disappearing into the small cathedral of glass and causing Amalia to quirk a brow.
As others begin their search above water (by land or by sea, in Ronin and Remi's case) the Shield stands and dusts off her legs, inclining her head to the whispering waves. With a broad grin and a squeeze of his hand she tugs Deimos toward the edge of the blue: We shall, comes the mischievous declaration as she steps, barefoot, into the sea.
Though she might have been able to walk on the surface with ease, she chooses instead to sink below. As she does her body shifts, skin adopting a rosy tint, legs converging to form a tail. The dolphin slips easily below the water, beginning to search the deeper areas around the sandbar for signs of the god, confident that Deimos is close behind - either swimming alongside or holding her fin.
