Amissa is a happy little thing, no matter her hallucinations. Blindly optimistic, naive, and strangely trusting of everyone, she can get herself into a lot of trouble. This is why Briste keeps such a close eye on her. She is rather like a child in a state of arrested development, happy-go-lucky, easily satiated, easily excited. She is the most likely to accidentally get the pair into a serious situation, where Briste will do it on purpose. She is hard to get down, and even harder to calm down.

One of the side effects of her extended visions is that she can no longer truly discern reality from her hallucinations. When one really gets her going, she goes near mad with terror, and will destroy things in her frenzy. Briste is the only one able to get her back under control in these moments, using learned tricks to make the real become more tangible. In her more lucid moments, Amissa has seconds of profound wisdom and haunting introspection, but it’s masked below her sugar-coated interior. She’s easy to ignore or blow off as a food, but reality is that she knows a lot more than she lets on, and she is more dangerous than she looks. She could never hurt a fly, after her frenzies she cries over broken houseplants, and yet her lucid memories are darker and more deadly to some than anything a sell-claw could do.

They would begin in the streets of their nightmarish reality, a town ravaged by poverty, illiteracy, and famine. So far to the outskirts of reality, Amissa could never have known that her sheer size and feathers were a hallmark of the royalty and highest ranking in their sprawling kingdom. Both her and Briste were born to the rich, but were raised in poverty. When they were nine months old, Briste was attacked by some who called themselves ‘guards’, who carried them away from their town. They took them to a small shack in the woods, and two held Amissa down to watch while they mutilated Briste’s face and body. She was bleeding from half a thousand cuts by the time they left them, voice gone from the screaming. Amissa had been living in a pure state of adrenaline for the days they were there, and she did not come off of that high until nearly six months later, when Briste’s wounds and mind had finally repaired themselves enough for her to be self sufficient. Amissa then broke down. She spent almost a moon unable to speak or comprehend her friend’s words, and so when Briste would leave their makeshift home she would lock Amissa inside. Amissa finally surfaced from the insanity, but was never the same again. She had visions and entered almost trance-like states, where she would see and talk to things that no one else could. Briste picked up on how to make the real seem more tangible, and in the moments where hallucination turned to reality for Amissa, there was a way to calm her down. Despite this, the young mollie has long long since forgotten what it was like to understand the world as it was, and daily her landscape changes and morphs into something unfamiliar. All she has to hold onto is Briste.