i hate dreaming of being alone

A warm wind surrounds the shape-changer. It hugs the curves that she has as well as the ones she might have in other forms. Indeed, the breeze is not unlike the way she was once held by Frey: total. Complete. Knowing. Your time will come... the breeze seems to whisper and around Amalia the woods softly shift, looking down and smiling upon her. For now however she is saved from Vi's stormy presence, and the woodlands remain gently attuned to the girl, the breeze following her like a distant melody.