the waters are sleeping

Amalia Barefoot and graceful, Amalia is nearly soundless as she walks along the dock, following the smell of a familiar figure and trying not to wind up in trouble. This time she has brought very little with her: her valuables are tucked within her bracer, and the bag on her back carries only baked goods and water. Still there is wariness and caution in the way she moves, almond eyes darting between unfamiliar forms. For all its sunny cheer and clear skies, there's a darkness in this place that Amalia has barely managed to see the surface of. It is easy enough for her to find her quarry. Sure, her animal senses help, but Remi is an easy figure to find regardless: imposing, strong, and governor now. Coming up behind him, she pauses a moment to greet him through Attuned bond before settling onto the dock beside him, toes dipping into the sea. "I hear congratulations are in order." reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you