I want my life to be art."
-Carrie Fisher
Her little dance becomes even more exuberant when Myrna confirms that she can take to the skies. Instead of just shifting her weight back and forth, she performs a series of small hops then ends by kicking up her back heels in a show of unrestrained delight. Because of this, she does not actually witness the way the dark wings unfold from Myrna’s body, but she makes a loud noise of excitement when she does see them.
But her excitement quickly turns to confusion and her head tilts just a bit as she thinks to herself, “New colors?” She is not quite sure what Myrna means by that, but she does not take much more time to mull it over as she sees the smile that spreads across the mare’s face. When Myrna asks her to take it easy on her, she laughs loudly and easily. “I don’t promise anything,” she says as her eyes glint with mischief.
She watches as Myrna acquaints herself with the movement of her wings and she sees the happiness in those blue-grey eyes, which envelops Sky in a cocoon of warm affection. Her gaze slides over to Myrna’s wings themselves and she studies them casually until she recognizes the three bright hues that colored some of her own feathers. The fact that Myrna’s wings are meant to match her own dawns on her, so she extends one of her wings so that she can look at it.
“Oh!” Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees green and gold where there hadn’t been before and she curls her wing toward her face. “I… I don’t know how long those have been there,” she murmurs before tugging lightly at one of the golden feathers with her teeth. A small giggle of amusement (with just a touch of embarrassment) escapes her as she looks back to Myrna. “They are pretty though!”
She lets her wing fold back into its resting position, though she does not tuck it quite as tightly as she normally would, anticipating that they will be taking off soon. She is largely unbothered by the new additions, but she can’t help but wonder how and why her feathers have changed. However, she is still too occupied with the prospect of flight to spend much time mulling it over.
Without warning, she pitches forward with small, hurried steps and calls out teasingly, “Catch me if you can!” Her wings spread wide and begin to move so as to generate the airflow necessary to get her into the air. After a few moments of the combined motions, she prepares herself to spring upward. Errantly, she thinks of how she’d similarly tensed up when she first encountered Myrna in her lioness form.
Her mind still focused on that moment, and the yawning mouth full of formidable teeth, her muscles coil as she launches herself into the air. However, a burning sensation ripples under her skin and instead of continuing her upward motion, she ends up performing a less-than-graceful leap. Everything feels wrong, from the thud of her feet to the odd heaviness of her body as it curves back down to the earth.
She realizes she is much closer to the ground than she should be as she glances down, but more shocking is that instead of her long black legs, she sees short, almost stubby legs that end in paws rather than hooves. As panic begins to settle in, she turns to look at the rest of herself and finds a body that resembles the feline that had greeted her not that long ago.
There are several glaringly obvious differences though, starting with her compact stature and ending with the metallic gold and jade green (which match her now missing feathers) of her coat. However, like Myrna, she retains the same color in her eyes, which now glisten with tears of terror. She crouches nervously where she had landed, and even if she knew if this form is capable of speech, she is still paralyzed to voice anything more coherent than a pathetic whimper.
She turns her fearful gaze to Myrna, hoping to find both comfort and answers.
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