What happens next is a surprise, but a welcome one. Agetta has never before experienced magic in a non-harmful capacity. For a quick moment she’s just startled, but the sliver of magic within her reacts with delight. She laughs at his whoop, her body feeling alive after the pulse that he had pushed towards her. He chooses a mink shape and as he hurries off, Agetta’s body shifts into something similar. A pine marten. It’s not a shape she has used often, but it has served her well when her favoured snow-leopard was too large (or it was too warm out for such a thick coat).

Marten-Agetta spins in a quick circle, rejoicing in this new form and this absolutely ridiculous fun.

It has been too long since she has just lived. Allow herself to move without burden of doubt, of memory, of regret.

Her sharp marten nose picks up the trail of Set easily enough. She’s kept her blue eyes in this form, something she (unknowingly) does no matter what shape she takes. They glint with joy and with mischief as she hurries to catch up in the woods. She uses some low branches to give herself a pathway, small dark paws navigating the slippery bark with ease. If she thought about it more she’s sure she would stumble, but she lets the instincts of this form take over and for once tries her best not to overthink every single step.

Marten-Agetta moves with a short burst of speed before springing down to the ground, hoping to land just in front of Mink-Set… though landing on top of him would work just as well. They almost exactly the same size in these shapes and (if she were to think about it. which she was still trying very hard not to do) there was little chance that she would actually hurt him.