Lost in a silent ballet

*Amalia* · 10-02-2013, 08:47 PM

Each day she grew older, stronger, and she was slowly overcoming the sickness that had been such a burden to her in her childhood. Amalia was a pretty child, and in her early days she had merely seemed adorable, but now she was growing up. Her expressive eyes were like gems, her fur soft and light, her russet face lovely, almost as if it were coated in a layer of gentle blush. With her strength came the ability to explore, although she had yet to dare to venture beyond pack borders. No, she would not risk that just yet. Not when her parents would certainly not approve!
Her eyes settled upon a strange boy, intrigued by his appearance. He was black with a burst of bronze upon his face, and Amalia approached, keen on making friends. ?Hello, I?m Amalia Jayne Adravendi-Matthias, daughter of the Queen and King. Who might you be?? she asked, tail wagging. She was an extrovert if there ever was one.

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