Amalia
'Cause she's just like the weather
Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
Fortunately, or unfortunately, for Seren, Amalia is more than accustomed to being eyed - anonymity became a luxury the Angel couldn't afford a long time ago. The mimicry of her stretching has the once-Shield smiling surreptitiously; she slows herself, deliberate in her actions, exaggerating some of the motions for the other to easier replicate.Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
She can't say she's surprised when the girl intercepts her, though the sweat on her brow and the flush of frustration over her cheeks leave her a little bemused. Dragoons generally didn't struggle this much, and Amalia shakes her head thoughtfully. "Sure- but you were doing great. It wasn't the easier set," she murmurs somewhat apologetically, a wry twist to her lips.
Amalia returns to the mat, setting her jump rope on the ground and turning back to the girl. Barefoot in shorts and a backless top, the Angel is a far different picture from the youth. Her head jerks towards Seren's boots; "Take those off first. Then show me which poses you weren't confident on."
Amalia was doing these poses
