06-02-2021, 06:10 PM
sickle
Sickle is not alone today, but this does not bother her. She’s shifted to match Malou, and is springing between logs as a black panther - testing out her balance as she watches her mom's companion do the same. She is in the process of landing from a jump when she catches a glimpse of strangers through the trees and promptly fumbles, landing in a nearby shrub. Malou gives her a look of concern, but Sickle is quick to flicker through a few shapes that makes it easy to bounce back and slip through the branches she’s landed in. It is not a conscious choice, this changing of shapes - something instinctual inside of her finding whatever is best for each situation. All of her scrapes are healed by the time she is peering through the shrubs that line the clearing with the pond.
But she is not a shy girl and she does not hesitate for long. She slinks into the clearing as a giant otter - iridescent and blue - but when she hears the haloed boy ask for permission to drink from the pond and this makes her pause before slipping into water. If drinking wasn't allowed, she wasn't sure swimming would be.
Well, she doesn’t want to be rude. So she becomes her filly-self - and approaches the side of the pond where the others are, taking care not to get her hooves in the water before she gets permission.
Her mismatched eyes are bright with excitement at the prospect of new friends - and though she’s curious about them both she cannot help but find that her first question is for the girl that is half-submerged in the water. “Hi! Is this your pond?” Her voice is bright and filled with marvel - thinking it must be pretty cool to have a whole pond to yourself. A pair of wings unconsciously grow onto Sickle’s back, deep black and osprey-shaped, as she takes in those that adorn both of the other youths.
But she is not a shy girl and she does not hesitate for long. She slinks into the clearing as a giant otter - iridescent and blue - but when she hears the haloed boy ask for permission to drink from the pond and this makes her pause before slipping into water. If drinking wasn't allowed, she wasn't sure swimming would be.
Well, she doesn’t want to be rude. So she becomes her filly-self - and approaches the side of the pond where the others are, taking care not to get her hooves in the water before she gets permission.
Her mismatched eyes are bright with excitement at the prospect of new friends - and though she’s curious about them both she cannot help but find that her first question is for the girl that is half-submerged in the water. “Hi! Is this your pond?” Her voice is bright and filled with marvel - thinking it must be pretty cool to have a whole pond to yourself. A pair of wings unconsciously grow onto Sickle’s back, deep black and osprey-shaped, as she takes in those that adorn both of the other youths.
@[asterope]