[private] the moon was full, and i was left unsupervised

[Chel]

Chel wasn’t sure what she would have done without the ability to shift during the eclipse. Beqanna’s whole dark period was not particularly her idea of a good time, but thankfully many of her favorite shifts just so happened to include animals with impeccable night vision.  Chel was largely attracted to tropical animals, but most feline and avian shifts tended to have superior vision in the dark to your normal equine so she felt she was adapting as well as could be expected.  She’d also taken the time to work on partial shifts during the darkness – so doing things like using feline vision in her equine body was practical not so  creepy when no one could see her feline eyes anyway. Not that Chel really cared what others thought anyway but. Oh well. Having been raised by two fiercely independent women would do that to a girl. Chel absentmindedly huffs a breath, disturbing the butterflies swirling around her.  They didn’t seem to mind the darkness, but it was certainly an odd sensation in the dark.  Today she made her way through the meadow in one of her favored forms, a Jaguar, with her companion Atzi following in the trees above. The darkness hadn’t really phased her companion, already adapted in the dark.  Chel knew she was lucky to have Atzi at times like this – when so many found themselves alone in the dark she could sleep well knowing she never ever would be.  The jaguar-girl’s attention is caught by something that is alight in the trees. Something that obviously stands out more now than it would have a few weeks before. Better yet something that is very obviously not a monster. “Ugh. Look! Why can’t you guys glow!” she says, in mock indignation to her insect attendants, gesturing at the panther surrounded by a glowing halo of fireflies.  A much more functional insect nowadays than her far more ornamental butterflies.  She immediately makes her way towards the other shifter - calling out as she draws nearer. “Hey! Can you teach mine to do that!” Chel cheekily asks the stranger, knowing full well it doesn’t work like that, but honestly she’s just thrilled at the prospect to have someone to talk to. c h e l .

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@[Avelina]