Amalia
Grumbling something under her breath, the Shield grins in turn at Remi, her wings tucked demurely at her side for now. The explanation of human flight not being aerodynamic is consistent with her experiences; the girl nods along, flapping her wings experimentally and feeling the way the muscles of them simply are not enough. "It was so easy as an owl," Amalia complains quietly, remembering learning to fly in desperation to rescue Jyoti from her fall. "Why must everything be so hard?"
But the girl is ready for all her complaining, nodding to the Lullaby. "You'll have to catch me," she points out. "All I have are the qilin and leopard." No birds, nothing naturally winged.
Just this.
Extending the wings in preparation, Amalia looks to her friend. "Okay, captain. What do I do?"
But the girl is ready for all her complaining, nodding to the Lullaby. "You'll have to catch me," she points out. "All I have are the qilin and leopard." No birds, nothing naturally winged.
Just this.
Extending the wings in preparation, Amalia looks to her friend. "Okay, captain. What do I do?"
she was so delicate
yet bursting with energy
kind of like a shattered star
