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
Broken as Amalia may feel, even she cannot resist the luminosity of Seren's smile, her own face carving into a faint echo of the youth's joy.Can't hold her together
Born from dark water
Daughter of the r a i n and s n o w
Then her attention shifts to the dragon's images, and without thinking about it she kneels down, bringing her face closer to the companion with a soft hum and an exhalation of breath more animal than human. Amalia's eyes flutter shut as lilac scales ripple and form over her shoulders and cheeks. She sends back pictures in response: of warm sunlight cutting through the trees, of endless skies that fade into stars, of the joys and trials that come with being bound soul to soul with abother.
Her eyes flutter open when Seren speaks again. Rocking back onto her heels, the Archangel looks up at the young star, he face still framed by pebbled scales. She listens attentively, head tilted to the side, eyes widening in bemusement when Seren mentions wanting advice from her. It's a topic that makes her grimace slightly, her gaze slipping away from the pair and towards the dark horizon.
"There are many ways to fight," Amalia murmurs softly, her brow creasing with thought. "I... Don't like to think of myself as a fighter. Not like your father, or a Dragoon. When I do fight, I try to do so to protect people from each other." She'd once been a Shield, after all.
