Amalia
Not the most helpful advice, especially given their last foray into the sea together. "I'm not very good at swimming!" Amalia calls back, her voice strangled by the effort of holding up her body. Without hollow bones she is significantly heavier than ever as an owl, and the addition of arms is far less helpful than she might have initially thought.
Owl. Arms. She is a woman with wings, not an owl with arms, but she hasn't been thinking about her body that way.
Grimacing, Amalia closes her eyes and tries to imagine her entire body as part of the vehicle of flight. From head to legs, each part is important, and though it takes muscles she is not accustomed to using in this way the girl is strong and lithe, surprisingly agile when the situation arises.
Focusing on using her strength in a way that is conservative and constructive, the Shield finds that she is finally moving towards Remi in a straight (ish) line, her now-open onyx gaze glittering with delight and pride as she reaches for his outstretched hand, exclaiming, "I- I think I'm getting it!"
Owl. Arms. She is a woman with wings, not an owl with arms, but she hasn't been thinking about her body that way.
Grimacing, Amalia closes her eyes and tries to imagine her entire body as part of the vehicle of flight. From head to legs, each part is important, and though it takes muscles she is not accustomed to using in this way the girl is strong and lithe, surprisingly agile when the situation arises.
Focusing on using her strength in a way that is conservative and constructive, the Shield finds that she is finally moving towards Remi in a straight (ish) line, her now-open onyx gaze glittering with delight and pride as she reaches for his outstretched hand, exclaiming, "I- I think I'm getting it!"
she was so delicate
yet bursting with energy
kind of like a shattered star
