Ouroboros Spine Gossamer things and angel wings

Amalia often saw Lady Sakhmet as just that a lady. She was soft and petite. There was a strength to her also. That was obvious. But she just reminded Amalia of a lady. That mysterious and graceful air she had. Amalia rather liked her royal leaders. Her Issumatar and her Sangilak. Though they were very much a mouthful to say.

Amalia chuckled. It is very pretty here, and the clear view to the sky is breathtaking. 

Amalia turned an ear back and listened, hearing the love infused in every syllable. She wondered briefly if she would ever love anyone as much as Sakhmet loved her hunter. Though following on the edges of that thought was the thought that she would have to leavve, if she wanted children. Kigipigak had made that clear to the strange one Void, though she didn't mind that he had sent him packing, and that was what scared her most of all. Not that certain wolf, but that she didn't care to pursue anything.
She had always thought she would want children, want a family. But she was content in her place at the moment. She was happy, and she had grown to care so much for those that she followed. The thought of leaving them it welled a sick pit up in her stomach.

Though she liked the small tidbit of information about Kigipigak, Amalia was more curious about her Issumatar right now. That was who had her attention, the woman in front of her. 

I have heard. Though it doesn't surprise me. He and Cerne were both extremely skilled when we hunted for rabbits. Were you a great hunter here also?