the darkest nights produce the brightest stars
The wariness melts away substantially as the panther responds with warm enthusiasm, confirming that this isn't a wild beast, but another Attuned. Immediately Amalia's posture shifts, her fur settling, foot falling, ears tilting curiously towards the big black cat. Yes, comes the simple mental answer, the snow leopard tilting her head curiously to the side.
Carefully she takes a step forward, and then another, far more bold in light of the other girl's submissive sitting. Her nostrils flare as she inhales the scent of sand and sea that clings to the panther's coat- You're from Torchline, the Archangel notes as she circles the woman, taking in the bag she carries, her superior size. I used to live there. I'm... Lia. So far the woman doesn't seem to have recognized her by shift alone, and the Archangel is struck by a sudden desire for continued anonymity. There are few in Caido who do not know her by name, for better or worse.
Her circle complete, the leopard comes to a stop in front of the panther again. What brings you to the falls?
Carefully she takes a step forward, and then another, far more bold in light of the other girl's submissive sitting. Her nostrils flare as she inhales the scent of sand and sea that clings to the panther's coat- You're from Torchline, the Archangel notes as she circles the woman, taking in the bag she carries, her superior size. I used to live there. I'm... Lia. So far the woman doesn't seem to have recognized her by shift alone, and the Archangel is struck by a sudden desire for continued anonymity. There are few in Caido who do not know her by name, for better or worse.
Her circle complete, the leopard comes to a stop in front of the panther again. What brings you to the falls?
