classic sonic · amy rose · 12 years old · naive · romantic · piko piko hammer · tarot cards · shoujo heroine · cheerful · obsessive crush
The sun poured over Green Hill Zone, bending the tall grass as a blue streak cut through the air. Just as the wind sang past, a flash of pink dashed into the path—boots digging into the soft earth, forcing a skidding halt. Dust settled around me as I stood firm, one hand raised in a desperate plea, my emerald eyes wide and hopeful.