Amalia
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
Amalia nods in agreement at the plan of re-homing the pangolins, though a protective pang brings warm, soft fur rising up on her arms, the better to hold them close. "That would be good," the girl agrees, adjusting the infants in her arms. "Otherwise I'll take them back to the Celestine, in Stormbreak."
She's ready to follow this wild-haired woman to the alternate burrow, trusting in the superior understanding that the stranger has for the Wilds. "I... just exploring," she answers the query about what brought her King's End, a shy, crooked smile curving her lips. "It's beautiful out here. I can think of nowhere better to leave prayers to Rae." She shrugs, unapologetic in her faith. "What about you? I'm- I'm Amalia, by the way. And this is Jyoti."
She's ready to follow this wild-haired woman to the alternate burrow, trusting in the superior understanding that the stranger has for the Wilds. "I... just exploring," she answers the query about what brought her King's End, a shy, crooked smile curving her lips. "It's beautiful out here. I can think of nowhere better to leave prayers to Rae." She shrugs, unapologetic in her faith. "What about you? I'm- I'm Amalia, by the way. And this is Jyoti."
