[DROP] It'll take your breath away

a m a l i a The nymph praises a woman who promises to have done everything. An admirable trait, perhaps, but one without sense of consequence or result. Still, a pang of envy resounds deep within the girl: she is not fearless, she is not bold. She lives, regretful and beholden, ever conscious of the world and her place within it, striving to improve herself and her surroundings. Is this so wrong? But she cannot judge, cannot even pause to reflect, for in a moment the world literally spins, tilting and flipping to take on a new perspective. For a second Amalia's stomach churns, but she is quick to regain her balance, knees wide and body low, feet planted firmly on the icy ground. Catch me. At once the nymph is there, among them, and Amalia blinks in brief surprise. Others are quick to lunge and chase, shifting into more aggressive forms or dashing across the ice. It seems a recipe for chaos and injury, cracked skulls and blood on the ice. It is her first instinct to join them, to reach out and snatch at the hope of success. Instead Amalia takes a step back, her eyes trained carefully on the dancing girl, ready to slide toward her should she break away. Better to wait for the nymph to move, see if she tries to slip past the initial surge. Amalia mirrors her movements, and should she lunge toward the edge of the group is ready to react, reaching out to try and touch the figure before she can break away.