Amalia
For my part, I know nothing with any certainty
A clouded leopard. Something about that feels familiar, tickles the back of her mind, but whether because of distraction or poor memory she does not make the connection that flutters out of reach. Lukkja's mind is a comforting place, his presence soothing enough that Amalia does not flinch when the man draws near. Instead she follows his instructions curiously, keen dark eyes tracing the buckles, listening to him explain the rig. "Does it hurt them?" the Shield wonders, though Lukkja and Talys are quick to suggest that it does not, no, so long as whoever applies it isn't an idiot.
Smiling slightly the Shield steps back, more than willing to let him take the lead on this venture, to watch and learn from what he does. "Were there many horses where you're from?" Her head tilts curiously, avian and keen; though still strung tight, she is clearly more at ease now than before.
but the sight of the stars makes me dream
