Amaranth
rhuze for Amy
The love interest of the main character.
A sylvan. Mid-Late 20’s. Medium-high pitch, not particularly feminine. Not bubbly, but friendly and good-natured. Candid with her emotions, but still struggling to express them in ways they come across to others.
[cheerful, jokingly] *Gasp* A nickname on top of your common language diminutive? You really have been living with humans too long.
[with a flash of irritation, at first, then begrudging explanation] It's a real, thing, you know. Most people I've met here don't seem to think so. Apparently the common opinion is that it's just a thing we make up to get out of leases, or whatever.
[melancholy, bittersweet] I'm sorry, it's just...You know, growing up, you're really close to the others in your family...tribe...thing. It's just natural for you all to sort of synch together. And you know, logically, that some people are going to leave. They're going to be called away by something, but you're able to just sort of accept it.