Amalia
the archangel
"Did you lose Remi already?" Amalia's voice is warm and a little sardonic, one brow raised as she stops beside the Dark Star, head tilted to the side. At her side Jyoti croons a greeting, swimming around Ronin before investigating the ground curiously, as though Remi may well be hidden underneath a stone.
Snorting at her companion's antics, the Angel kneels down next to the pair, her fingers spreading over the dirt. She focuses on it, reaching out with her Attuned senses for what lurks beneath. "You've been busy." A faint smile teases over her lips as she looks back up at Ronin. "The Dragon of Stormbreak. It has a ring to it."
Snorting at her companion's antics, the Angel kneels down next to the pair, her fingers spreading over the dirt. She focuses on it, reaching out with her Attuned senses for what lurks beneath. "You've been busy." A faint smile teases over her lips as she looks back up at Ronin. "The Dragon of Stormbreak. It has a ring to it."
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