06-21-2021, 07:19 PM
sickle
When this stranger confirms that he’s a friend of her mom, what little apprehension Sickle might have felt disappears. And if there had been warnings given to Sickle, and there almost certainly were, they are so easily forgotten. What use is caution to her when it could get in the way of meeting a new friend, or showing off. She’s delighted by his question and another cascade of colours shimmers across her fur in her excitement.
“Can you do other magic too?” She replies back in a flawless mimic of his voice - and then her laughter that follows begins as the bubbling noise of a stream before fading into the bright laughter of a girl.
She likes this game, likes getting to show someone other than her family all her tricks. Sickle tries to think of what else she can show him. But since she does not yet know that she can heal herself, the shifting and her sounds are all she knows how to share. Which does not feel like a bad thing - since these are the two things she enjoys using most of all.
“Yeah, I’m Sickle.” She confirms, belatedly, using her own voice now - her orange and blue gaze taking in this stranger with obvious interest and delight. She sits too, copying his stance unconsciously, and instead of asking his name, she asks what she actually wants to know: “What can you do?”
“Can you do other magic too?” She replies back in a flawless mimic of his voice - and then her laughter that follows begins as the bubbling noise of a stream before fading into the bright laughter of a girl.
She likes this game, likes getting to show someone other than her family all her tricks. Sickle tries to think of what else she can show him. But since she does not yet know that she can heal herself, the shifting and her sounds are all she knows how to share. Which does not feel like a bad thing - since these are the two things she enjoys using most of all.
“Yeah, I’m Sickle.” She confirms, belatedly, using her own voice now - her orange and blue gaze taking in this stranger with obvious interest and delight. She sits too, copying his stance unconsciously, and instead of asking his name, she asks what she actually wants to know: “What can you do?”
@[Gale]