let my shadows prove the sunshine
He knows of his plight, but the sun-and-sky stallion keeps it to himself. He would remind himself that it was dangerous to allow his other self to become a known fact, yet would soon find that it would become even more dangerous to keep it a secret. But with a life that has held no secrets in the past and with no hardships to ever strike him, Svedka was rather clueless on how to handle this part of himself and decided to keep it to himself; perhaps it would resolve on its own.
Famous last words.
He ventures from Tephra like he normally does and into the meadow. Svedka has no idea that this might be his last adventure out in the open for quite some time. If he had known, maybe he would have spent the day differently besides meandering aimlessly. He was, however, enjoying the springtime sun that gently touches his back in golden layers of light, gentle and warm against the tawny and white of his skin.
Svedka sees the winged woman from afar, his curious gaze quickly lingering. He had always found himself attracted to those with wings (why then, wouldn’t the fairies gift him with flight instead of this cursed cougar?) and watches her mindlessly for a moment, feeling sleepy amidst the noontime sun.
Like a false sense of hope, when his cerulean eyes watch the tawny woman shift into a cougar, his own lion does not stir within him. A lazy smile finds his pearled lips, his leisurely walk turning into a gentle trot. It would be fine, he reminds himself, it was only a one-time thing. A curse, maybe, that had been broken with Ilma’s return or Pteron’s visit. Beqanna is full of magic, perhaps his is already gone.
Evermore curious, however, he brings himself to a halt just a few feet from where the sun-warmed rocks jut from the earth, a single brow becoming crooked as he glances at her from beneath a flaxen and pale blue forelock. “Are you still you?” He asks boldly, a flicker of a smile on his lips but genuinity sparkling in his eyes. He has known enough shifters to realize that the majority do not share in his ailment - they are perfectly conscious and aware, their minds at full clarity, despite being in a predator’s skin.
svedka
