Amalia
Triumphs in the face of foolishness: these are the things she relishes, cherishes, the moments that keep her from falling astray, brought down by the darkness of so many failures. These are the things he has given her: light in a world so easily eclipsed by shadow, promise in a future where there are blue skies and sunshine more often than storms.
The skies are blue today; she breaks into them with feathers and talons, her body contorting smoothly into the small form of the owl and drifting on currents of an ocean breeze. Dwarfed but not eclipsed by the majestic golden eagle, Amalia keeps pace alongside him, her keen eyes similarly trained on the sea and the Leviathan below. A creature of bone and sinew without skin, of skeletal contortions and abyssal fathoms.
It is beautiful and terrible. It makes her breath freeze.
Look, Amalia calls through the bond, curving her wings to loop up around Deimos. Have you ever seen anything like it? It's... incredible.
The skies are blue today; she breaks into them with feathers and talons, her body contorting smoothly into the small form of the owl and drifting on currents of an ocean breeze. Dwarfed but not eclipsed by the majestic golden eagle, Amalia keeps pace alongside him, her keen eyes similarly trained on the sea and the Leviathan below. A creature of bone and sinew without skin, of skeletal contortions and abyssal fathoms.
It is beautiful and terrible. It makes her breath freeze.
Look, Amalia calls through the bond, curving her wings to loop up around Deimos. Have you ever seen anything like it? It's... incredible.
she was so delicate
yet bursting with energy
kind of like a shattered star
