Amalia
the shield of safrin
some birds sing when the sun shines bright
The dragon raises his head to the skies, and Amalia has a moment to send out a mental message to any birds to clear the airspace before a bolt of glue electricity erupts from his throat, branching like a wicked tree into the bright clouds. It fills the air around them, causing her hair to stand on end, bright and brilliant and terrifying and beautiful.
It's... a lot.
It takes a moment for her vision to return, spots of light still filling it as the girl blinks and rubs her eyes. "Wow," Amalia breathes into the oppressive silence that fills the air, now that the crack of thunder has faded somewhat from her ears. "That was.... wow." There's no other words for the stunning experience, and for another moment the Shield stands as the ringing clears from her ears. "I, uh- let me get the horn. And maybe- maybe try to go a little smaller, this time?"
She retreats to the house, returning quickly, the horn clutched in her hand. Gingerly Amalia sets it down on the ground before Sunjata, not quite sure how best to situate this makeshift lighting rod. Then again the girl steps back, putting space between the Flood and herself- y'know. Just in case.
It's... a lot.
It takes a moment for her vision to return, spots of light still filling it as the girl blinks and rubs her eyes. "Wow," Amalia breathes into the oppressive silence that fills the air, now that the crack of thunder has faded somewhat from her ears. "That was.... wow." There's no other words for the stunning experience, and for another moment the Shield stands as the ringing clears from her ears. "I, uh- let me get the horn. And maybe- maybe try to go a little smaller, this time?"
She retreats to the house, returning quickly, the horn clutched in her hand. Gingerly Amalia sets it down on the ground before Sunjata, not quite sure how best to situate this makeshift lighting rod. Then again the girl steps back, putting space between the Flood and herself- y'know. Just in case.
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
