03-07-2017, 07:36 PM
when you speak dreams and reality collide
The mare seems ecstatic at the sight of her changing from fox to horse, and Terra is momentarily taken aback. She’d been so absorbed in the thought of meeting and perhaps learning from the wolf-shifter, that she hadn’t paused to consider what the mare would think of meeting her.
Luckily she’s saved from having to fumble for words by the timely appearance of her mother. Reagan slips in beside her, and Terra thankfully returns the mare’s affectionate nuzzle. What impeccable timing.
Reagan greets the mare, calling her Circinae, and Terra’s brown eyes move to rest thoughtfully on the mare’s face. She’s not good with reading expressions, but there’s something off about the Circinae’s face. She seems … nervous, almost. Strange.
She’s so utterly oblivious as to how intimidating her magical mother can seem.
Circinae stumbles over her words, asking if Reagan can determine what her other ability might be. Terra isn’t terribly interested in those however. Other abilities are fun, sure (she loves her own strange wings after all), but what she’s interested in, what she hungers after, are the shapes, the other forms. The wolf.
She takes a step forward as the mare turns back to her, her own eyes fastened on the green face and blue eyes. “Circy.” She’s usually not so forward with those she does not know but …
“Could you teach me? The wolf shape?” She wants to learn and perfect as many as she can.
Luckily she’s saved from having to fumble for words by the timely appearance of her mother. Reagan slips in beside her, and Terra thankfully returns the mare’s affectionate nuzzle. What impeccable timing.
Reagan greets the mare, calling her Circinae, and Terra’s brown eyes move to rest thoughtfully on the mare’s face. She’s not good with reading expressions, but there’s something off about the Circinae’s face. She seems … nervous, almost. Strange.
She’s so utterly oblivious as to how intimidating her magical mother can seem.
Circinae stumbles over her words, asking if Reagan can determine what her other ability might be. Terra isn’t terribly interested in those however. Other abilities are fun, sure (she loves her own strange wings after all), but what she’s interested in, what she hungers after, are the shapes, the other forms. The wolf.
She takes a step forward as the mare turns back to her, her own eyes fastened on the green face and blue eyes. “Circy.” She’s usually not so forward with those she does not know but …
“Could you teach me? The wolf shape?” She wants to learn and perfect as many as she can.
TERRA
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