we can't change what stays and what fades away
She picks up pleasure and surprise through the Attuned bond, and beneath it something almost familiar, like a half-forgotten song. Blinking, Amalia takes a step forward, her eyes narrowing as she stares at the pegasus. Have they met before...?
She's distracted from this half-recognition by the appearance of a new gourd, and its subsequent change in trajectory. Laughing lightly, the girl extends a foot to stop the errant pumpkin short, nudging it towards her as it scrambles on flailing vines. "You want it back?" she questions playfully, looking back up at the pegasus. A nagging part of her wonders if she ought to stop, to investigate that memory further, to avoid hurting the gourds, to be responsible, but....
Amalia kneels down so she's level with the gourd and gently blows. A rush of warm air pushes through the cavern behind her and into the pumpkin, sending it sprawling back towards the equid, dizzy and refreshed. "There. Play nice, though- it has feelings, too. Probably."
She's distracted from this half-recognition by the appearance of a new gourd, and its subsequent change in trajectory. Laughing lightly, the girl extends a foot to stop the errant pumpkin short, nudging it towards her as it scrambles on flailing vines. "You want it back?" she questions playfully, looking back up at the pegasus. A nagging part of her wonders if she ought to stop, to investigate that memory further, to avoid hurting the gourds, to be responsible, but....
Amalia kneels down so she's level with the gourd and gently blows. A rush of warm air pushes through the cavern behind her and into the pumpkin, sending it sprawling back towards the equid, dizzy and refreshed. "There. Play nice, though- it has feelings, too. Probably."
Amalia
