08-15-2019, 04:57 PM
Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
Coming back to the Pampas after having been made so sick he had briefly considered if death was better, was a risk Aodhán had not been willing to make right away. But eventually, he had no other home, and Noah hadn’t been around much at all before, so perhaps he could lay low and spy a bit on her to feel out what her decision was, before having to talk to her.
By some coincidence, when he arrived she hadn’t been waiting for him at the border to send him away. That didn’t mean she still could or would, but at least he might have a chance of finding out what she wanted with the Pampas - what with him.
As such, he was best disguised as a flower, one of many, since that was Noah’s other power. She might not find him an anomaly if he was one of those around him, might just heal and nurture him like the rest. Or if she did notice him, perhaps she would take less offence if he had a form that she favoured.
But it wasn’t Noah touching his petals today - it was a familiar smell, and the flower, ticklish as he was, shrunk a little, then changed into something that actually had eyes. A small rabbit now looks up at the mare, and when he does, his smile breaks his little fluffy face. ”Eva!” Momentarily forgetting about the danger the lead herd mare potentially possesses, he stretches out a fluffy white paw to touch the purple-and-sunrise coloured mare. Something about her is different - less shiny, more… warm? It’s a feeling he can’t quite describe yet; and still his emerald eyes are captivated by her like they were not a year ago.
By some coincidence, when he arrived she hadn’t been waiting for him at the border to send him away. That didn’t mean she still could or would, but at least he might have a chance of finding out what she wanted with the Pampas - what with him.
As such, he was best disguised as a flower, one of many, since that was Noah’s other power. She might not find him an anomaly if he was one of those around him, might just heal and nurture him like the rest. Or if she did notice him, perhaps she would take less offence if he had a form that she favoured.
But it wasn’t Noah touching his petals today - it was a familiar smell, and the flower, ticklish as he was, shrunk a little, then changed into something that actually had eyes. A small rabbit now looks up at the mare, and when he does, his smile breaks his little fluffy face. ”Eva!” Momentarily forgetting about the danger the lead herd mare potentially possesses, he stretches out a fluffy white paw to touch the purple-and-sunrise coloured mare. Something about her is different - less shiny, more… warm? It’s a feeling he can’t quite describe yet; and still his emerald eyes are captivated by her like they were not a year ago.
@[Eva]