sickle
Sickle views Tephra as safe so she doesn’t feel guilty about slipping off on her own, choosing the smallest form she can to scurry away and discover some new adventures. She likes coming back to Wishbone and Malik with stories to tell, with the new things she has learned. There are friendly faces around this entire kingdom, she knows, and she’s cared for under their gaze - and it’s always in the back of her mind that if she’s caught doing something she shouldn’t, there will likely be a pair of eyes to alert the mare she knows as her mom anyway.
So she’s not really slipping off.
The filly is in the shape of a fox and hiding in the shadows, watching with bright eyes as a phoenix hummingbird flits between a few flowers. Her own phoenix is larger than these ones and she imagines he’d be able to snap them right up for lunch - but he is off sleeping somewhere, having been tired out by her antics earlier.
Her body begins to wiggle with the the pounce she is readying when she hears an unfamiliar voice call out her name.
The blue fox kit sits up, mildly disappointed to see the hummingbirds disappear with her movement, and her ears twitch as she tries to figure out who it might be for a half-second before she’s out of her hiding spot and going to discover for herself. There’s no hesitation - not here in her home, not where she’s used to adults knowing her name even if she can’t quite remember theirs.
She’s expecting to see a horse so when she leaps from around a tree and finds a creature she’s never seen before - she’s wonderfully startled.
“Hi!” Without really meaning to, Sickle shifts to match him - though a younger, smaller version. Her iridescent coat shimmers with the new shift and it flickers for a moment, unstable and there are flashes of other markings, other colours, before it seems to settle. Her mismatched eyes blink up at this stranger that wears the same colour as her - amazed and delighted to meet an older shifter.
“Are you a friend of my mom’s?” He must be, since he knew her name, but if he is - she's wondering why she'd never been introduced to this creature before.
So she’s not really slipping off.
The filly is in the shape of a fox and hiding in the shadows, watching with bright eyes as a phoenix hummingbird flits between a few flowers. Her own phoenix is larger than these ones and she imagines he’d be able to snap them right up for lunch - but he is off sleeping somewhere, having been tired out by her antics earlier.
Her body begins to wiggle with the the pounce she is readying when she hears an unfamiliar voice call out her name.
The blue fox kit sits up, mildly disappointed to see the hummingbirds disappear with her movement, and her ears twitch as she tries to figure out who it might be for a half-second before she’s out of her hiding spot and going to discover for herself. There’s no hesitation - not here in her home, not where she’s used to adults knowing her name even if she can’t quite remember theirs.
She’s expecting to see a horse so when she leaps from around a tree and finds a creature she’s never seen before - she’s wonderfully startled.
“Hi!” Without really meaning to, Sickle shifts to match him - though a younger, smaller version. Her iridescent coat shimmers with the new shift and it flickers for a moment, unstable and there are flashes of other markings, other colours, before it seems to settle. Her mismatched eyes blink up at this stranger that wears the same colour as her - amazed and delighted to meet an older shifter.
“Are you a friend of my mom’s?” He must be, since he knew her name, but if he is - she's wondering why she'd never been introduced to this creature before.
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