Amalia
They leave the behemoth to its own devices and dreams beneath the waves, skirting over the sun-baked sea as the creature dives again, down, down, down to worlds and fathoms the Shield has yet to penetrate. She watches with pangs of fascination and trepidation, afraid of that darkness and curious too. One day she will see it in full, experience the weight of pressing waters and peer into the sea.
Today, though, she will keep to the sky, safe in the golden eagle's wake.
The question of what now? isn't one she has a quick reply for, happy enough to continue like this until necessity draws them back to shore. Luckily new ideas seem to come to him easily enough; crying out delighted surprise, the owl loops down to press her claws gently and playfully to his back before alighting again. Why didn't you tell me? What is it?! she demands, curiosity piqued now, patience never one of her few virtues. The goddess has already given her so much; to think there is another gift nearly boggles the mind.
Today, though, she will keep to the sky, safe in the golden eagle's wake.
The question of what now? isn't one she has a quick reply for, happy enough to continue like this until necessity draws them back to shore. Luckily new ideas seem to come to him easily enough; crying out delighted surprise, the owl loops down to press her claws gently and playfully to his back before alighting again. Why didn't you tell me? What is it?! she demands, curiosity piqued now, patience never one of her few virtues. The goddess has already given her so much; to think there is another gift nearly boggles the mind.
she was so delicate
yet bursting with energy
kind of like a shattered star
