10-24-2021, 11:33 AM
Malik might have stared at the almost-familiar leopard for a much longer time, attempting to decide if they know each other out without saying a word. That possibility ends, of course, when she says his name.
More than that, she loses her shape entirely, shifting through a myriad of sizes and colors. It is both an impressive and puzzling display, for some of those shapes were far beyond his skill, and some of them he is sure he has seen her wear before.
But who is she?!
A young mare, near his own age, with the same sleek blue fur and black stripes that she had worn as a leopard. She has a mane that runs the length of her mane like his father and Myrna, and eyes that are a mirror image of his own. They search his skin as she asks if he is okay, and confusion deepens as the unanswered questions pile up.
Why wouldn’t he be okay? Why is she so surprised to see him?
Surprised, and excited, and she comes toward him quickly.
Malik, accustomed to dodging blows, sidesteps her hug at the last moment. He loses the last of his grip on the leopard shape when he does, because the uncertainty of this meeting has begun to increase the rate of his heart, and the feathers along his crest fluff out in an unconscious attempt to make the boy look less vulnerable.
“We know each other?” He asks, but despite the question, it is clear he is asking her for confirmation. He had known her, but he does not know her anymore. Are there others that he has forgotten, Malik wonders? His memories have been often touched with magic, and gaps are not uncommon. But forgetting someone entirely is different that forgetting an afternoon or a few days. Especially someone who seems to know him, and be so excited to see him.
“Who are you?”
@Sickle
More than that, she loses her shape entirely, shifting through a myriad of sizes and colors. It is both an impressive and puzzling display, for some of those shapes were far beyond his skill, and some of them he is sure he has seen her wear before.
But who is she?!
A young mare, near his own age, with the same sleek blue fur and black stripes that she had worn as a leopard. She has a mane that runs the length of her mane like his father and Myrna, and eyes that are a mirror image of his own. They search his skin as she asks if he is okay, and confusion deepens as the unanswered questions pile up.
Why wouldn’t he be okay? Why is she so surprised to see him?
Surprised, and excited, and she comes toward him quickly.
Malik, accustomed to dodging blows, sidesteps her hug at the last moment. He loses the last of his grip on the leopard shape when he does, because the uncertainty of this meeting has begun to increase the rate of his heart, and the feathers along his crest fluff out in an unconscious attempt to make the boy look less vulnerable.
“We know each other?” He asks, but despite the question, it is clear he is asking her for confirmation. He had known her, but he does not know her anymore. Are there others that he has forgotten, Malik wonders? His memories have been often touched with magic, and gaps are not uncommon. But forgetting someone entirely is different that forgetting an afternoon or a few days. Especially someone who seems to know him, and be so excited to see him.
“Who are you?”
@Sickle