[private] I won't just take your hand

[Chasm]

c h a s m . Chasm watches her explode into a…well a something…with very poorly concealed fascination and just a dash of apprehension. The fact the she was a shifter was actually pretty cool. Shifters didn’t bother him at all, obviously. He was a kelpie shifter born and raised in the shifter kingdom. But he didn’t know what the bloody hell it was that she had just shifted into. So that was…neat. And just as quickly as the creature had appeared, it was gone and the filly was back standing in her place, completely unphased.   He blinked his golden eyes twice as she continued on as if this was completely normal.  He watches her with interest as she continues her inspection of the egg. He thinks about telling her not to touch it, but at the same time part of him wants to reach out and touch it too so he holds his tongue.  He’s just as curious about the egg as she is, but is desperately trying to keep his cool.  But when she yelps and jumps back, he can’t help but jump too, instinctively bearing his kelpie teeth, as she shifts into multiple forms in rapid succession.  He immediately schools his expression into something more neutral when it’s clear that the egg isn’t a threat.   “I have no idea but I’m hoping it wasn’t whatever the hell it was that you just shifted in to, to be honest. Well. Any of the things you shifted in to.” Considering that she’d also panicked shifted into a griffin and something fluffy and with teeth that vaguely resembled a wolf before she had re-fillyed herself.   “It’s probably a bird, right? It doesn’t look like any of the eggs that come from sea creatures,” he muses, aloud. That was the one area where he had any sort of expertise.  Eggs from marine reptiles normal were more pliable than bird eggs, and it most definitely wasn’t a fish egg.  “Definitely never seen one that color though,” he said frowning, looking back at the filly.  His brow furrows as he looks from the filly, to the egg, and back again.   “You know you almost match. Are you sure it’s not your egg,” he adds, suspiciously. come on down to the bottom of the sea, there’s room here next to me.

 

@[Sickle]