[PQ] [Seasonal Event] afire love

a m a l i a Amalia nods at her introduction, glancing among those gathered as Rory names them all. Sam, of course, the Ascended already greeted (in a sense), and Ronin she recalls from the Festival of Lights. The young girl announces she is Melita, and lifts up another of those gourds, informing them that it is named Fangorn. Amalia regards the creature with interest - did she manage to tame one, somehow? - before it it put away, and the real work begins. Rory is quick to assign roles for the makeshift group, and Amalia appreciates his leadership. It is a long time since she helped to build the Spark Bird perch, and in truth she would not know where to begin: the thing had always seemed to just appear, built by those more industrious than a sunny child with a slow smile. That she has been assigned to lead the pony is no small surprise, and really nothing short of an honor- Amalia may not know Rory well, but she has a healthy appreciation for how much he cares for his animals. Quietly delighted, she unties the creature, gripping tightly at Talys' lead as she falls in beside Ronin. "Come to the bakery for a fresh loaf sometime." Amalia smiles as she follows Ronin, Talys patiently walking alongside. "We need to find support beams for the perch - the Spark Bird is quite big, according to texts." She gestures to some of the gathered logs, then winces as the movement pulls her bad shoulder and pain shoots down her back. "Maybe those? Maybe we should paint them!" Her grandmother used to love to paint the perch. It seems only appropriate - a pretty perch for a (supposedly) pretty bird.