"A lot more sleep, I can tell you that, it's been getting ever so deeply cold." Grasping at the fabric of her cardigan, her mind conjures the chilling bite of the autumnal breeze. "The silence you like? I understand what you mean, your own solitude, and your own company." +

"Thermo... molten alloys? Oh! About heat conductivity in melted metal combinations? Sorry, that took me a moment to figure out there!" She's smart, sure, but not as smart as Hank! Holding a hand out to shake, Amara smiles up at Hank.

"You cannot sleep? Oh, Victor, I'm so sorry... would you need somewhere to stay?"

"Hmm? Oh, good day to you, doctor!" She waves politely, looking up at the blue build towering before her.

"I'm great, thank you for asking, and even better now! What about yourself, Victor? How's the changing season treating you?"

"If you say so! Admittedly, I just wanted an excuse to say hi and talk to you..."

"You can say that again! Ah, I just adore the scent of rain on the pavement and fallen leaves... I'm proud of you, you know, maintaining yourself and staying out of trouble. You're doing a magnificent job!" Nodding firmly, Amara beams brightly. "I don't know how much I can say I've missed you..."

"I can't fault you for that whatsoever, it was a real scorcher of a summer this year, huh? As long as you're okay!" Beaming, she's pleased to see him again. "And I've missed you too! I've been well, overall, I'm finally settling in for the autumn season! What about you?"

"Quite some time, it seems, as was I... perhaps it was some form of summer hibernation? Either way, hi there James! It's been far too long!" She waves enthusiastically!

Once-vibrant leaves shift from greens full of life to gentle hues of copper and bronze, the air heavier with a dewy mist that settles within the morning. It's colder now. Looking out from her apartment window, Amara sighs, slowly waking and warming up. Perhaps [reader] will join her?

☆Interaction bait while I think about what to pooooost

𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 -A short solo-

*yaaaaaawn* "Good morning, all! Have we all been well? Does anyone have any plans for today? I'd love to hear them!"

༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺ 𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙄𝙑𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙀𝙓𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀 ༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺ ★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★ 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅. ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ 𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬. 𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬. 𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬...𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥."

Moving herself around her living space, she unknowingly tracks mud across the floor, her arms full of bundles of sticks and fistfuls of moss. Carefully crafting, weaving and assembling these branches, she stands back and dusts off her hands! What could she possibly need a nest for?

Sat basking in the current sun, Amara relaxes, quiet and content.

She's currently sat to herself, watching the sky's hues shift over time as the sun sets, sinking behind the buildings below.

☆OMG THAT'S OOMF??? MY BELOVED TESTAMENT OOMFIE FROM TWT???

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱ ☠︎︎ ♱

She's currently fast asleep, absolutely exhausted and sleeping soundly. Would you wake her up?

☆I don't know what I'm doiiiiing!!! Being an rp account and being scared of starting interactions, WHAT IS THIS-

"Ignore...? How come? I'll do so since you've asked, but why do you want to forget?"

"Scary? I think they're incredible!" Amara withdraws her hand, letting her arm hover by her side instead. The sharpened tips of his teeth peek out slightly from his lip, which she finds rather endearing. "You can have food, I promise, you can have whatever you'd like. You'll never go without."

Frowning a little, Amara slowly hovers her hand over his wrist as his hand covers the lower half of his face. "You don't need to cover anything... may I?" Waiting for his response, Amara reassures Victor. "If you want food, you can have it! Whatever you'd like, I'll find a way to do it for you."

"Victor!! Hi!!"

“You’re all filthy traitors!”

“I don’t need anything anymore…”

"A blanket, a stuffed animal and space for yourself?" Amara's thumb rubs slowly over his worn knuckles, wanting to provide some comfort already. "You can have all of that, I promise you. You'll get comfortable with asking for more than that, soon! Trust me, I'll look after you." +

"I don't see you as broken, not at all... and even if you are, broken things have the potential to be fixed." Noticing his body language, Amara shifts back too, not wanting to overwhelm him. "You're struggling, you're suffering. Don't depreciate yourself for a single second." +

Jumping and gliding between trees and listening out for the familiar crackle of branches under foot, she's under the impression she's only accompanied by mother nature... #𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵

Dirt beneath nails and claws, wearing through the fabric that covers her down to fibres, twigs and leaves scattered and strewn across the floor beneath and within her hair. She couldn't care less, not now, maybe not ever. This is where she's meant to be, isn't it? #𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵

//So it seems that the outcome is a resounding yes! I'll retheme and put out a post later tonight and respond to interactions tomorrow!

"You aren't going back there, nowhere near that man, not as long as I live." Standing back up, Amara unintentionally looms over Victor, putting a hand out for him. "Let him get mad, really mad, maybe then he'll truly feel a pinch of the anguish you live with. Would you like to come with me?"

Amara's expression falls, drawing small circles on the boy's shoulder, not wishing to startle him at all. "My goodness, that's no way to treat somebody! Does he still do this?" Her tone is stern, but not directed at Victor.

Leaning forward a little, her hand finds itself upon his right shoulder, keeping a delicate hold like anything firmer would shatter him. "You poor thing... tell me, what's gotten you so scared? I don't mean to pry, and I certainly don't wish to cause any harm, I'm someone who will listen."

"Hey... why would I want you to move? You're not taking up anything, nothing at all." Moving back a little to give him space, Amara settles on the talons behind her ankles. "You don't have to hide, not from me. May I?" Carefully, she offers a hand out to him, not wanting to startle him at all.

Crouching down to the level of where he's sat, Amara tilts her head slightly, her hair falling to one side. "What have you got to apologise for? I can't see anything you've done wrong..." Her tone remains gentle and cautious without being demeaning or patronising.

//I know bsky doesn't have polls yet, so! Is anyone up for a potential feral/wild event for Amara? :0

"Oh, my! What on earth happened here, Victor? Are you hurt at all?" She approaches with caution, her wings flaring out instinctively before settling down.

Staring up at the cloudless evening sky, Amara makes her way through the city, trying to find something to do or someone to talk to... With so much time on her hands, she might as well make good use of it! Whoever will she bump into?

comm work!

//THAT'S MY GIRL RIGHT THERE, THANK YOU SO MUCH MX AMAZING ART AS ALWAYS!!!!

"I went on an evening walk last night while it was still light, and I met this cute kitty!"

"It's gotten so cold recently... isn't it meant to be spring now? I can't help but catch small chills here and there..."

"This is your nest, Victor, don't let someone else dictate how you make it. Most nests are rough and ready, filled with comforts, I understand." Amara hops back, not wanting to get too close to his nest. "Build it how you wish, take your time with it."

"It's looking a little sparse... would you like me to help you collect anything to warm it back up? Your nest, I mean." Amara smiles politely, letting Victor take the bag, filled with multiple boxes with the requested burgers, sides, and a few beverages, too. "Hopefully that's alright for you?"