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
Almost a whole season. It's a strange jolt, a reminder of just how very young Seren still is, that a season is a significant stretch of time. Amalia's ghost of a smile fades; she remembers that night, when she'd first been heartbroken over the loss of Adam. Before she lost him a second time, to the cold clutches of a half death. "I know your mother, too," the one-time Shield murmurs fondly. "You look a lot like her."Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
Absently Amalia rubs her thumb over the bridge of Umbra's snout, her dark eyes flickering between the pair and back down to the dragon, the easier of the two to address. "You are very grown-up now," the Archangel hums perhaps to both of them, her hazy smile returning. Without thinking about it she reaches out through the Attuned bond, praising Umbra's handsome scales. Jyoti, meanwhile, has fully taken to Seren, and croons her own low harmony back, happy to sing as discordantly as the youth may enjoy.
As to how she's been? Again the smile fades away, replaced by a wistful, tired expression that tugs at the edges of her eyes. "We've been... busy. Especially now." With the war coming- but of course she isn't going to bring that here. Her company is dour enough as it is. Forcing herself to look back up, Amalia flashes Seren a warm yet weary smile. "What about you? How has it been, being back from the stars?"
