Watching the heavy door swing shut, Amalia momentarily contemplates slipping out - but only momentarily. Though laced by insecurity, she is nevertheless not one to retreat, and with the safety of the books secure she turns her attention back to the chaos below. There are cries and crashes, a tableau of disaster punctuated by burning bugs. In fleeting moments left unchecked the adventure has taken a turn for the tumultuous; the waif blinks, perplexed, for a moment paralyzed, before her brain wakes up and turns flips a switch, abruptly switching from the comfort of what is going on to the practicality of how do I make this better.
Fervor flares like fire in her chest, bravery and boldness rising from the depths of her quiet nature - she takes the steps two at a time, unfastening her vest with nimble fingers, and charges to the group. She does not pause to calculate, to formulate an approach. There is a clear and pressing danger to address: the corpulent queen circles Jigano, and the girl knows one dose of her poison is enough to incapacitate for days. It is a fate she experienced only once, years back, and would not wish on one she hates- and she does not hate Jigano.
Muscles tense and tan limbs fly; she snakes through the carnage with quiet dexterity, vest held high. Dodging flying wood and haphazard chairs the girl lunges toward the queen, reaching out and clamping down in an attempt to trap her in heavy cloth.
Fervor flares like fire in her chest, bravery and boldness rising from the depths of her quiet nature - she takes the steps two at a time, unfastening her vest with nimble fingers, and charges to the group. She does not pause to calculate, to formulate an approach. There is a clear and pressing danger to address: the corpulent queen circles Jigano, and the girl knows one dose of her poison is enough to incapacitate for days. It is a fate she experienced only once, years back, and would not wish on one she hates- and she does not hate Jigano.
Muscles tense and tan limbs fly; she snakes through the carnage with quiet dexterity, vest held high. Dodging flying wood and haphazard chairs the girl lunges toward the queen, reaching out and clamping down in an attempt to trap her in heavy cloth.
