Tornados from a butterfly's wing
Ama's newly unfurled wings fluttered pensive while she listened. Yan was troubled, more so than she'd realized, and getting him to talk about it seemed to be a race of inches. She smiled as he bumped against the wind tangled locks of her mane, the familiar gesture settling.
The gentle feeling seeped away though as the conversion turned shades darker while he spoke. These were not, she hoped, endangering circumstances that Yan had walked into. She didn't have enough information to guess one way or the other. They did not seem to be small things either, though. Her delicate expression grew somber in turn.
These were heavy topics. Things that seemed so far away a year ago now loomed over their shoulders, impatient and unforgiving. This was one more layer of her idyllic world being stripped away, and she was struggling to find the answers for it. With a deep breath, she shrugged, crystalline eyes shrouded as she considered. "Have you apologized? To Leilan, I mean." That seemed like it would be a logical place to start healing things. A relationship that she suspected may be closer to the parental bond Yan missed with his real father.
Mouth pursed lightly, she hesitated before adding the second part. How he would take it, and wasn't sure, but it was truth. "You know... Anger isn't usually anger. Not really. What I mean is," she scrunched up her nose, looking for the right words. "Anger isn't the whole feeling. Folk hardly ever feel just Angry. They feel Frustrated or Sad or Betrayed first. Or something else. Maybe it would be worth looking into why you felt angry enough to do what you did. And go from there." She finished lamely, hoping she wasn't spouting nonsense. It was hard sometimes, to translate into clumsy words what felt so instinctive to her.
Shaking the gloom physically from her mane, Ama grinned sadly at the golden boy. "You're going to drive yourself off a cliff if you keep overthinking it." She chided with a nudge to his neck. "Let's do something more fun." A rainbow-feeling bloomed from her then, Hope and Joy in little droplets to rain down on him. Her slim neck reached up to lay against his, an embrace that didn't need augmentation to express what she was feeling. "I really have missed you." She murmured into the gentle glow of his mane.
...Amarine
@[Yanhua]