Truth be told her people were naturally wary beings, especially of those born on the land. ‘Be wary of all those you meet, for they may wish to take your pelt and its powers along with it.’ A warning instilled at a very young age and one she had made sure to heed as best she could, yet warning or no she never believed such a thing would happen to her. Except that it did. Her curiosity had her shed her pelt to explore the land and the grounds close to the school. She had hidden her pelt well, but obviously not well enough and upon her return it was lost. Unfortunately she knew not who had taken it, or how to get it back.
”Yes, you may.” Another friend. She rather liked the idea, after all Howl had been nothing but kind to ever since their first meeting. Despite her wariness of him, he remained ever patient, smiling and sweet. In a way she was thankful. ”I believe everyone does, although some may not admit so.” Familiar, friendly faces often brought comfort and made one feel safe. Amalthea supposed she viewed Howl and Matthias in such a light, either way she felt far safer around the two than most others.
”Matthias, a young little warrior. He shall be starting at Lyonessa once the summer is over, I believe.” A smile graced her lips as she spoke of the boy, a hint of fondness and warmth within her voice. ”That is good news, then.” Slowly she nodded her head. ”Indeed, I understand your feelings… Your home?” She looked up at him curiously, head inclining to the side, dark eyes twinkling with interest. ”If I may, where is your home?” His next words brought a smile to her face and a soft laugh from her lips. ”You speak to the birds? I imagine they might have much to say, like the fish.”
A frown soon overcame her features at Howl’s mention of Dark-Elves. Never had she come across the folk herself, but she had heard stories. From his tone things did not sound good, however from his tone it seemed he did not wish to speak further on the subject. ”Your nephew? I see. Are you enjoying yourselves?” Amalthea’s gaze followed the elf as he bent and picked up a few flowers, her attention shifting from the man to the plants as he raised them up to her. At first she reached out cautiously before stroking a colorful petal of one of the flowers with an almost tenderly touch. ”I would like that, yes.” She looked up to him then and smiled. ”Is it close?”
Howl understood Amalthea’s nervousness when communicating with others. Not many could be trusted, most were after something, or someone. A goal that can only be obtained by hurting others. It was sad and it was a life that Howl did not condone, he just hoped that the fair maiden would be alright despite everything. He had no idea about her plight, but if he knew, he would have tried searching with her. If she allowed it. Pleased to know what he could in fact call her a friend, the elf grinned, “That is good then, thank you. In return you may call me friend as well, if that is what you wish.” He hoped she would, he could always used friends.
Hearing about the young man, he grinned, “Is that so? He sounds delightful already,” Chuckling, he ran his fingers through his hair, “Does he use magic? Is there a specific reason as to why he is coming to the school. I always find the discovery of others, their talents, and their face, to be fascinating.” Shrugging, he smiled; it was just something he picked up on, really. Glancing up at her question, Howl sighed, “Yes. I live very far away, within the woods of Farendale, it is a lovely place, really. It is a city, set within the trees, the rivers, the valleys. We travel sometimes, to avoid hunters and other forms of enemies, but we always move back around there, since our magicians usually find ways to hide it so that we are not robbed on our leave of absences.”
Glancing over, he chuckled, “That they do. They send messages between my family and I, they keep me updated on the events there but they are also my little spies. They are very useful in that aspect. There is much to be said in secret,” Winking to the young woman, he was only teasing. Looking at the flowers, thinking about his family and if they were alright, he sighed and picked up his gaze. “We are fine, Vash is going through a hard time, but he has never been an easy child.” Chuckling, he turned and began to walk, “Yes, it is on the Lumeria campus,” Pointing, he said, “There is a small cabin, really, that I work in. No one ever goes in there, I have claimed it as my office…it is better to be in than the actual campus.” He even slept there, really, but his bed was in the back room and usually hidden away.
“…Have you found any type of magic or a subject that you are particularly interested in yet?”