Amalia
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
It is with some reluctance that Amalia lets the woman take the pangolin, an instinctive protectiveness causing her to hold the other close. Fortunately Jyoti has caught up enough to soothe her, crooning curiously at her soulmate's shoulder and peering at the stranger as she examines the pup. "They- the gourds had rampaged through their burrow," Amalia explains, taking back the baby pangolin before Mildew can leave it on the ground. "Their mother was killed." It's very simple in Amalia's mind.
The pivot in topic to her wings and the declining adrenaline catch Amalia off guard. "Um, n-no... not anymore." Said wings tuck away into her back; now she is a normal human, but for the shock of small primroses in her hair and the halo above it all. "You... the gourds respect you. I've never seen that before."
The pivot in topic to her wings and the declining adrenaline catch Amalia off guard. "Um, n-no... not anymore." Said wings tuck away into her back; now she is a normal human, but for the shock of small primroses in her hair and the halo above it all. "You... the gourds respect you. I've never seen that before."
