this pair of wings worn and rusted from too many years by my side
Amalia arrives because of course she does, though it is not without a healthy dose of terror as flashbacks race through her mind. Howling, screaming-- it reminds her too much of LongNight for her comfort, and as she lands beside him Ronin will doubtless feel the trepidation rolling off her in waves.
There are too many people here, too much risk, and too many that the girl knows. She nods to Seren, Arialla, Mildew, Falke; is keenly aware of Sunjata above; but it is the Huntsman whom she focuses on, reaching out to lay a hand urgently on his arm. Whatever it is, we have to keep them safe, she murmurs through the Attuned bond, a flash of red and shrapnel and pain coursing through her memories, unable to be held back. The last time they followed the sound of screaming into the dark Ronin had almost died. They're both stronger now, but the others?
Amalia wouldn't hold a child as he burst apart again.
There are too many people here, too much risk, and too many that the girl knows. She nods to Seren, Arialla, Mildew, Falke; is keenly aware of Sunjata above; but it is the Huntsman whom she focuses on, reaching out to lay a hand urgently on his arm. Whatever it is, we have to keep them safe, she murmurs through the Attuned bond, a flash of red and shrapnel and pain coursing through her memories, unable to be held back. The last time they followed the sound of screaming into the dark Ronin had almost died. They're both stronger now, but the others?
Amalia wouldn't hold a child as he burst apart again.
