Amalia
She drops again, following his pursuit, down and down to the surface of the sea where they might get a better view. A dangerous endeavor, but one she undertakes with trust in the man at her side. Were she to face any danger she would rather it be with him; how can she help but feel safe, with such a presence, with such a Sword?
The idea that this is a reflection of whatever lives beneath the ice is an interesting one. It could be, though it still seems smaller. The thing beneath the ice which she had sensed rather than seen had been more leviathan than even this creature, a presence with weight and grandeur even by its thoughts. I think it's more likely to be another tulmhainar - or something like it. A tulmhainar of ice and snow, carrying frozen seas instead of living ones. A fascinating idea, and not without its own merit and possibility.
The idea that this is a reflection of whatever lives beneath the ice is an interesting one. It could be, though it still seems smaller. The thing beneath the ice which she had sensed rather than seen had been more leviathan than even this creature, a presence with weight and grandeur even by its thoughts. I think it's more likely to be another tulmhainar - or something like it. A tulmhainar of ice and snow, carrying frozen seas instead of living ones. A fascinating idea, and not without its own merit and possibility.
she was so delicate
yet bursting with energy
kind of like a shattered star
