08-08-2021, 07:07 PM
sickle
Dusk is drawing close and Sickle and her companion begin to glow a little brighter as the light of another summer day fades. They are just returning from exploring and Malou leaves them once they cross over the border, off to go find Wishbone. Sickle doesn’t follow right away - though certainly not with any malicious reasoning. She’s been oscillating between finding comfort in her mom’s presence and feeling the weight of Malik’s absence even more significantly when it is just the two of them. Sometimes it’s easier not to think about it.
And wandering her home in the growing darkness is one of her favourite things.
The blue fire from her phoenix merges with the iridescent glow from her own coat, casting cool-coloured lights on the thick waxy leaves and bright summer flowers blooming beneath the canopy. Overhead somewhere, the stars are beginning to come out and the sky is turning deeper shades of pink and purple, but Sickle’s gaze has never lingered too long on the sky. There are always so many things to watch down at eye level, or even smaller when she can manage it.
Her shifting has not been cooperating as reliably lately but tonight she’s able to turn into an iridescent blue ocelot and she slips into the smaller world of shrubs and bushes and hidden pathways. The phoenix is never far behind, coasting above and landing on branches while she pauses - sniffing around here and there. As far as being incognito goes, the two don’t do a very good job of it - what with their glowing getting brighter as the shadows deepen. But then, this is their home - they aren’t trying to be sneaky. And the small matter of the fact that Sickle had been taken from it once is conveniently forgotten while she’s trying hard to distract herself from other things as she scampers across one of the well-used trails after a particularly feisty beetle she had disturbed from the leaf litter.
And wandering her home in the growing darkness is one of her favourite things.
The blue fire from her phoenix merges with the iridescent glow from her own coat, casting cool-coloured lights on the thick waxy leaves and bright summer flowers blooming beneath the canopy. Overhead somewhere, the stars are beginning to come out and the sky is turning deeper shades of pink and purple, but Sickle’s gaze has never lingered too long on the sky. There are always so many things to watch down at eye level, or even smaller when she can manage it.
Her shifting has not been cooperating as reliably lately but tonight she’s able to turn into an iridescent blue ocelot and she slips into the smaller world of shrubs and bushes and hidden pathways. The phoenix is never far behind, coasting above and landing on branches while she pauses - sniffing around here and there. As far as being incognito goes, the two don’t do a very good job of it - what with their glowing getting brighter as the shadows deepen. But then, this is their home - they aren’t trying to be sneaky. And the small matter of the fact that Sickle had been taken from it once is conveniently forgotten while she’s trying hard to distract herself from other things as she scampers across one of the well-used trails after a particularly feisty beetle she had disturbed from the leaf litter.
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