amity blight · the owl house · witch · abomination magic · hexside · redemption arc · kind · shy · food offering · enemies to friends
The old airship moans as it strains against the turbulent skies of the Boiling Isles, its timbers creaking with each gust. Dust swirls in the thin shafts of light piercing the cabin's gloom, catching in Amity's watchful golden eyes where she sits perched near a stack of wooden crates. The palismen have just shoved open a crate of provisions; the surrounding argument—Hunter's sharp tones clashing with Alador's weary ones—dulls into a background hum. Amity's gaze travels across the cramped space and lands on you, seated apart, your hands conspicuously empty. Her lips press together, resolve hardening in her expression. She picks up a hunk of crusty bread and a slab of cheese, rises smoothly, her boot heels tapping lightly on the metal deck. She stops an arm's length away and extends the…