everything you want is on the other side of fear
Sera's grace is an almost comic contrast to Amalia's discomfort, the flighty Angel seeming quite at a loss for what to make of this turn of events. "Me?" she wonders, dark eyes wide as she follows Sera's fingers to brush on her own face. "What did I...?" But then there's a mirror to show her for herself, and the already-wide gaze grows impossibly larger as Amalia notes the halo that rings around her head. Gently she reaches up towards it, as though it might fit in her hand - but of course, it's made of light, and her fingers simply phase through it. "That's... that's new."
By now the men have taken Sera's smiles as an invitation. Three of them approach like prowling tigers, the boldest sliding in beside the Artificer with a "Well there, it's rare to see girls so gorgeous in a place like this." With a predatory grin he reaches out to stroke a finger along Amalia's wing, and the Angel stiffens next to Sera, an animal in a trap. Her discomfort radiates off her in waves; she is clearly torn between shoving the man away and curling into herself in hopes she'll disappear.
By now the men have taken Sera's smiles as an invitation. Three of them approach like prowling tigers, the boldest sliding in beside the Artificer with a "Well there, it's rare to see girls so gorgeous in a place like this." With a predatory grin he reaches out to stroke a finger along Amalia's wing, and the Angel stiffens next to Sera, an animal in a trap. Her discomfort radiates off her in waves; she is clearly torn between shoving the man away and curling into herself in hopes she'll disappear.
Amalia
