10-21-2017, 11:50 AM
Tick's gale of laughter fades as she sees that not only is Ryan standing by his admission, but that Keeper also seems to be in on it. The gentle mare's breath on her shoulder is somewhat reassuring. In all her solitary travels, the herd-creature part of her never died. She still took solace from the nearness of others. Regardless, what they were talking about was a thing she knew to be patently impossible. Her ears tipped backwards as the other two briefly discussed how best to convince her of their truthfulness. At last, Ryan mentions a less practical demonstration? Oh, what in four hells could that possibly mean... She wondered, a bit nervously.
Before she could think of some polite excuse to leave and take her chances elsewhere, Ryan's intense gaze kept her silent. However, she couldn't hold back a startled snort at his quiet transformation. Deep purple and tan exchanged themselves for her own speckled roan. Now wearing a coat identical to her own, down to the last dapple, Tick had to focus on her breathing for a moment. She considered herself to be fairly strong-minded. Seeing herself mirrored so perfectly, with so little effort, though, that was testing her. A ringing had started in her ears, and truly, she was concerned with staying on her feet. Through the brain-clouding fuzziness, she heard him mention his panther form again.
"Oh. Oh no, I believe you. Please turn back, this really is unnerving..." She requested weakly. She heaved a few deep breaths, forcefully clearing the fog from her vision. Her brown eyes met his, which despite the transformation had held their eerie green hue. This was undoubtedly a new chapter in her roaming. A strange and slightly uncomfortable one, so far. She turned her attention to Keeper.
"Well then. So if a young buck like him can change his pelt and change his form, what can you do?" She asked, recovering from her shock. At this point she was more honestly curious, and dealing with a sinking realization. If even the youngest among these new horses could perform such unnatural feats, and was considered commonplace, she herself was at a serious disadvantage.
Before she could think of some polite excuse to leave and take her chances elsewhere, Ryan's intense gaze kept her silent. However, she couldn't hold back a startled snort at his quiet transformation. Deep purple and tan exchanged themselves for her own speckled roan. Now wearing a coat identical to her own, down to the last dapple, Tick had to focus on her breathing for a moment. She considered herself to be fairly strong-minded. Seeing herself mirrored so perfectly, with so little effort, though, that was testing her. A ringing had started in her ears, and truly, she was concerned with staying on her feet. Through the brain-clouding fuzziness, she heard him mention his panther form again.
"Oh. Oh no, I believe you. Please turn back, this really is unnerving..." She requested weakly. She heaved a few deep breaths, forcefully clearing the fog from her vision. Her brown eyes met his, which despite the transformation had held their eerie green hue. This was undoubtedly a new chapter in her roaming. A strange and slightly uncomfortable one, so far. She turned her attention to Keeper.
"Well then. So if a young buck like him can change his pelt and change his form, what can you do?" She asked, recovering from her shock. At this point she was more honestly curious, and dealing with a sinking realization. If even the youngest among these new horses could perform such unnatural feats, and was considered commonplace, she herself was at a serious disadvantage.