Amalia
Wrapping her arms across her chest, Amalia falls easily into step beside Ianto, accepting his invitation with silent gratitude. It had been her intention to walk the perimeter anyway, and to have company while doing so is an unexpected bonus.
Her feet are light upon the new-fallen snow, the prints shallow beneath her leopardess' feet. "What was your life like, before here? Do you miss it? All I hear of Northaven makes it seem rather... unpleasant... but certainly it can't be as bad as this." Smiling crookedly, she gestures to the decrepit spire and all it signifies.
Her feet are light upon the new-fallen snow, the prints shallow beneath her leopardess' feet. "What was your life like, before here? Do you miss it? All I hear of Northaven makes it seem rather... unpleasant... but certainly it can't be as bad as this." Smiling crookedly, she gestures to the decrepit spire and all it signifies.
don't make a shadow of yourself, always shutting out the light
