An Apple a Day

Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map She's working harder instead of smarter, Amalia realizes finally as she strains to pluck a another low-hanging apple from the tree. She has tools for this task now, abilities to make the process much simpler, and the help of a... If not quite friend, then at least family. "Hold on a sec," Amalia interrupts gently before Sam can continue his story, not wanting to seem disinterested. Indeed, Nate's appalling conduct has earned a great deal of judgment from the Shield, the girl shaking her head sympathetically when Sam mentions him coming home disheveled. In a blink she shifts her body, taking wing in barn owl form and landing on a branch above that's weighted down with fruit. Than again the Shield changes, this time adopting the otter shape, her small claws adequate for plucking apples out of trees. Nodding for Sam to carry on, Amalia plucks an apple from the tree and mimes throwing it to her brother before carrying out the task, hoping he's ready to catch. And I knew that somehow I could find my way back