[Lord they need a school and actual teacher so bad. Not like Ammy knows any of this, but somewhere, out there on this island, is a person screaming softly into the void because WHY IS NO ONE TEACHING THIS CHILD???
THe immediate response to sand (or any bothersome material) in her fur is to shake it off - it's an instinctual reflex - and Ammy looks back as Ren's hand hovers over her back for a moment. Strangely, though there's nothing seemingly there - nothing that Ren can see outright - there's a gentle warmth radiating from the wolf's back and lapping gently at the young girl's palm. It's not hot, just warm, relaxing almost - like basking in a beam of sunlight with her beloved cat, or warming herself by a campfire's glow. Or, maybe, the gentle warmth of someone else's palm in her own.
Ammy can see, of course, how the rainbow colored flames of Solar Flare dance effortlessly over the girl's fingers, painting her skin with vibrant colors that match the shell of the turtle they left behind. Her tiny hand is right above where the crimson disc levitates off her back, her palm planted on the unseen symbol of the Sun - the insignia of Amaterasu's heavenly flame. For a moment, Ammy feels a warm in her as well, and wags her tail slowly, reaching over to lick Ren's hand affectionately.]
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THe immediate response to sand (or any bothersome material) in her fur is to shake it off - it's an instinctual reflex - and Ammy looks back as Ren's hand hovers over her back for a moment. Strangely, though there's nothing seemingly there - nothing that Ren can see outright - there's a gentle warmth radiating from the wolf's back and lapping gently at the young girl's palm. It's not hot, just warm, relaxing almost - like basking in a beam of sunlight with her beloved cat, or warming herself by a campfire's glow. Or, maybe, the gentle warmth of someone else's palm in her own.
Ammy can see, of course, how the rainbow colored flames of Solar Flare dance effortlessly over the girl's fingers, painting her skin with vibrant colors that match the shell of the turtle they left behind. Her tiny hand is right above where the crimson disc levitates off her back, her palm planted on the unseen symbol of the Sun - the insignia of Amaterasu's heavenly flame. For a moment, Ammy feels a warm in her as well, and wags her tail slowly, reaching over to lick Ren's hand affectionately.]