& oh, poor atlas - the world's a beast of a burden
Jyoti obliges the young dragon, adjusting the trajectory of her awe-struck swimming to come and investigate the creature on Amalia's neck. And so the Shield is left with a small menagerie exchanging croons and coos upon her shoulders, the puffs of air and spouted starlight tickling her nose. "Maybe Levi will show you around?" the girl suggests softly to Jyoti, reaching up to tickle the dragon's chin one more time. "And you can get out of my hair for a moment- literally, Jyo."
From where she has indeed nestled into Amalia's hair and begun to try and play peek-a-boo, Jyoti croons something that might be whale for indignation.
Looking from the young companions back to Seraphina, Amalia frowns slightly, pursing her lips. "I've heard of the Eye, I think, but I don't know his name," she muses softly, raking her mind for what little knowledge she has of the Order and those within. "I've never heard of the Spyglass. But I don't know many, um, people from here." Only one who she would call friend, and another who is family- though her time with both Finn and Amaris has been shorter than she'd like.
Animated with curiosity and relatively at ease, Amalia does not notice the lilac scales that dust over her back and shoulders, nor the way her ears have curved into a leopard pair. "A tour would be wonderful," the girl agrees eagerly, already looking around at the gargoyles and gateways once again. "I- I've heard there's the biggest temple in Caido? And a garden made by Safrin, and carriages, and a Needle, and medics who work on your mind?" It's a breathless recounting of the scant things she knows, the lilt of a question marring the end. Commonplace for Seraphina, perhaps, but each thing she names is a wonder to the girl who grew up behind an impassible wall.
From where she has indeed nestled into Amalia's hair and begun to try and play peek-a-boo, Jyoti croons something that might be whale for indignation.
Looking from the young companions back to Seraphina, Amalia frowns slightly, pursing her lips. "I've heard of the Eye, I think, but I don't know his name," she muses softly, raking her mind for what little knowledge she has of the Order and those within. "I've never heard of the Spyglass. But I don't know many, um, people from here." Only one who she would call friend, and another who is family- though her time with both Finn and Amaris has been shorter than she'd like.
Animated with curiosity and relatively at ease, Amalia does not notice the lilac scales that dust over her back and shoulders, nor the way her ears have curved into a leopard pair. "A tour would be wonderful," the girl agrees eagerly, already looking around at the gargoyles and gateways once again. "I- I've heard there's the biggest temple in Caido? And a garden made by Safrin, and carriages, and a Needle, and medics who work on your mind?" It's a breathless recounting of the scant things she knows, the lilt of a question marring the end. Commonplace for Seraphina, perhaps, but each thing she names is a wonder to the girl who grew up behind an impassible wall.
you've been holding on a long time
