Tornados from a butterfly's wing
She moved lightly. Too lightly, as her wings would flutter periodically and her feet would leave the ground for heartbeats at a time before touching the sooty earth again. With chagrin she soldiered onward, body far more prepared for flight than her mind was. No thank you very much, she preferred to keep her four on solid ground.
It had been a learning curve, existing with these new wings. They were huge. Far larger and less yielding than the feathered and webbed appendages she'd seen on others. They didn't fold close to her body. Instead they caught on every low hanging branch and spur of stone she passed to close by. Knocked irridescent scales from their surfaces if she brushed them too hard.
It was frustrating. Deep down though, there was a kind of gratitude for the distraction. If she was occupied with learning this new way of living, then she couldn't dwell endlessly on the charred landscape. Couldn't flounder when the sea wind kicked up a swell of loose ash, because she had more pressing things to think about. That's what she told herself.
Added to this was the queer churning in her guts lately. Nerves, she told herself. A side effect of spending such an intense interval with Yanhua... Her face grew hot as she reflected on it. Intense. That was most definitely the right word. Her wings fluttered again, lifting her from the hard earth for a moment, making her gasp as she returned to the current moment.
"Oh!" She winced as her hooves clattered against the stones. Damned wings. A muted growl burbled from her throat before she realized that the roiled in her got was not only hers.
Ama blinked, and focused on the figure she'd been unwittingly staring at for a moment longer than was polite. She'd been so focused on the internal, she had utterly neglected that someone was actually there. A blonde and golden someone, unknown to the petite jewel. With an awkward swallow, she smiled tightly. "I uh, didn't see you there, sorry." Which was mostly true. Now that she did though, she could recognize the Uncertainty hanging from the girl. Some Apprehension. But nothing that would indicate ill will, she didn't think.
Nose wrinkled doubtfully, Ama tried to place the new face and failed. "You're not lost, are you?" She asked, concerned. Not least of all because she was not at all certain that she would be any kind of help if the answer was 'yes'.
...Amarine
@[Ruthless]