[DROP] Teine ​​is fortan

Amalia I took the stars from our eyes and I made a map I knew that somehow I could find my way back Unimpressed. The spirit gowned in fire is unimpressed with them, but Amalia does not have time to process and fall into despair before she is tugged, torn away from her place in the shadows and thrust into a circle of light. Of fire. And Wessex and Maea are there. Her first thought is to shift. The leopard skin is protective, armor for frightening situations which frees her from constraints of human form. She could easily leap above the ring if flames, escaping unscathed. But that thought is quickly replaced as she looks at her companions... And especially Wessex, whose inorganic body is suceptible to burns. Wessex, who watched her when she was a child, teaching her the basics of combat. Wessex, who she left behind once before. Wessex, who is come to save her again. One thing to do, then. "Stay close!" Amalia cries, pushing Maea ahead of her, arms extended around the albino girl to- to what, exactly? She isn't sure, only knows that Maea's pale skin has always been suceptible to burning and there has to be some way to keep it safe. Not that she doesn't trust whatever Wessex is doing. But better to be safe. She wishes she still had her cloak, that she could somehow develop characteristics of a more useful animal than the leopard, something with wings, perhaps- And as she will it it occurs. Amalia's arms shift and change, growing into the great wings of an owl, though lined with dense leopard fur rather than flammable feathers. This is new, but the girl does not question it now. Instead she attempts to envelop Maea in her new appendages, providing an extra layer of defense while they  escape through the gap in the flames. Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you