[open] that day even the sun was afraid of you; any

[Mazikeen]

She’s been experimenting and practicing with shapes all throughout the night - following noises and turning into whatever creature she discovers. Slowly she’s getting better at passing through forest and field without notice - a handy little skill. The night noises invigorate her and she passes through the darkness without feeling tired, though she’s looking forward to an afternoon nap stretched out in the sunlight somewhere. Although she typically favours the forms that come with claws and teeth, Mazikeen spent most of the night as a doe - crystalline white but for the black markings on her face and legs, and always those bright orange eyes. She’s left the herd she had been trailing, mimicking their movements and learning as she did, and has been wandering in an attempt to shift back into her normal body. Maybe she was more tired than she thought she was - because it wasn’t working. The more frustrated she gets, the harder it is to grasp that little switch that allows her to shift from one thing into another, until she just begins angrily stomping through the forest in the early light of day. A few seconds away from just full-on pouting, she’s distracted from her current failure by the sight of a golden boy. He stands out not only because of his coat but because of the rather dramatic package he makes, looking as though he just got finished running for his life. She hadn’t seen any predators in the area (she would have shifted and tried to join in, just to see if she could) and in the peaceful early morning, there doesn’t seem to be much to be afraid of. Rather than leave him alone, Mazikeen’s voice joins in the morning symphony of birdcall and rustling. “Well, you look awful. Rough night there, kid?” He looks to be about her age, sure, but that hardly matters to the orange-eyed girl as she approaches, still in her deer-shape, wondering if taking her frustration out on someone else will make this morning any better.

@[firion]