Amalia
the archangel
Amalia lowers herself once again as Ray slips off her back and into the dark water. It's not a task the Angel envies, diving down below, and part of her feels guilty for putting it upon the other girl. But Ray seems confident, and Amalia swallows down her nerves, shifting back to human form to stand barefoot upon the surface of the lake.
"Okay - let me know if it isn't comfortable." Biting down on her lower lip, the girl clenches bony fingers, concentrating on bending the light around Ray. A slightly luminous, transparent sphere forms around the Attuned's head - a makeshift diver's helmet. Amalia nods. It's not as good as a cloud manta gem, but it will have to do.
"Ready?"
"Okay - let me know if it isn't comfortable." Biting down on her lower lip, the girl clenches bony fingers, concentrating on bending the light around Ray. A slightly luminous, transparent sphere forms around the Attuned's head - a makeshift diver's helmet. Amalia nods. It's not as good as a cloud manta gem, but it will have to do.
"Ready?"
you drew memories in my mind
i could never erase
you painted colors in my heart
i could never replace
