_{What’s enchanting abut looking Amalthea in the eyes is that no one can see their reflection. They see a story, her lifetime, figures of fox cubs and small rabbits. They see the relic of her woodlands, they see what she misses and wishes for- what she fights for and only when she is becoming too human, too swallowed whole by grief and sadness will they ever see their own reflection.}

_{Isn’t that awful?
This beautiful creature will take a human far away from themselves and they’ll become lost within her gaze because they cannot see themselves, even she likes to stare at her own reflection in the water for both the prior reason and vanity.
Yet when she is most unlike herself, when she is becoming more human, her ability to enchant a person is gone for they see their reflection within her eyes.}

_{What does that all mean, by peter s beagles standard? That nature is enchanting and humanityy is disheartening?}