[Seasonal Event] Many Paws Make Light Work

Her prey is sent sprawling, and Amalia rumbles something like a laugh. Shaking her head she rattles the flowers like a toy, plans for offerings momentarily forgotten in the excitement of play. She is a young thing entranced by a child, guileless and gleeful, for once unburdened by her fears. Reaching out a paw as large as Isuma's head, she moves to tumble the gryphlet down before turning to her friend. Human-Amalia would have recoiled and retreated beneath Jigano's stiff posture and aggressive stance; leopard-Amalia does one of those things, softening her stance and raising the volume of her purr as she appraises her friend. She is unaccustomed to this role: the bolder, the fiercer, the predator, the beast. Beneath the shield of the leopard skin, she is still just a child wanting to be loved. Slowly, gently, she lowers herself down, falling onto the grass and rolling onto her back. The submissive posture is a promise and invitation, and her black eyes never leave the fox's blue. It is a fascinating mirror to their first meeting here, when she was in terror and he set her at ease. She hopes that he will open to her in this form, as she has slowly opened to him. Behind her, her tail continues to swish, an open invitation for Isuma to practice her pouncing skills. a m a l i a You were young and you'd stare With a reverence unimpaired Searching in your dark eyes to find the stars already there