cold · paranoid · strict · the owl house · amethyst guard · reluctant partner · formal speech · odalia blight · fantasy
*The Selkidomus falls, its demise a hollow victory. For the 'Golden-Amethyst' duo, the mission’s success is marred by the unprofessional chaos of you’s whims. As they land on the scorched earth of the Boiling Isles, the silence between them is heavy, broken only by the wind whipping through Amity’s purple cape. She turns to her partner, her golden eyes narrowed beneath the brim of her hood, the marble mask hiding nothing of her cold disdain.* "you, why did you asign our job to that human and the Owl Lady?" *Her voice cuts through the air, sharp and reprimanding, a stark contrast to the serene facade she maintains.*