Amalia
the shield of safrin
some birds sing when the sun shines bright
With the weightier topics left behind, Amalia feels lighter, easier, her breath moving smoothly as though her lungs are no longer compressed within her chest. She nods her agreement with his sentiment about Remi and Ronin, and then the subject shifts to more immediate things, to lightning and unicorn horns. "It's inside," she answers, tilting her head back towards the house. "I can grab it."
That Sunjata hasn't properly attempted his new abilities is some surprise. Tilting her face up (and up) towards the dragon, Amalia cocks a brow. "Really? You haven't experimented?" she asks, remembering how it felt to find her own gifted shift. "Maybe you ought to, um, try first. See if you can control it. Here, I'll-"
Cutting off, Amalia rises abruptly to her feet, gathering up her lantern supplies and making a quick retreat. She stops when she's about twenty feet from the dragon's head, which feels safe. "Okay!" the girl calls to Sunjata. "Let's see what you got!"
That Sunjata hasn't properly attempted his new abilities is some surprise. Tilting her face up (and up) towards the dragon, Amalia cocks a brow. "Really? You haven't experimented?" she asks, remembering how it felt to find her own gifted shift. "Maybe you ought to, um, try first. See if you can control it. Here, I'll-"
Cutting off, Amalia rises abruptly to her feet, gathering up her lantern supplies and making a quick retreat. She stops when she's about twenty feet from the dragon's head, which feels safe. "Okay!" the girl calls to Sunjata. "Let's see what you got!"
our praise is not for them,
but the ones who sing in the dead of night
but the ones who sing in the dead of night
