08-28-2021, 11:45 PM
sickle
A delighted laugh escapes the filly when it’s revealed that her new friend can not only change his colour - he can change shapes too! The phoenix lifts off of Sickle’s shoulder and as soon as he is clear, she shifts into a wolf as well. Her form is a little smaller than the boy’s, and her coat remains a deep iridescent blue. Her two-toned eyes dance with excitement and for a moment a few other colours radiate across her coat - greens from their surroundings, blue from the other wolf - before settling back into her natural colour.
Oceanus circles the pair but leaves them, going off to do - well, probably to keep an eye from a distance. Sickle had plenty of experience ferreting out fun things with her companion, she was looking forward to getting the chance to do so with someone else.
It’s with a pang that she thinks of Malik again but she’s learning that these thoughts will only drag her own if she continues to dwell on them for very long.
“Well, let’s go check out the treeline! That makes sense, if we’re looking for an egg.” She wasn’t sure if companions always arrived in eggs - it was entertaining to think of Malou, her mother’s panther, showing up in such a fashion. But trees meant birds and birds meant eggs and that was good enough for the young wolf as she bounded over to where meadow turned to forest - filled with hope that they’ll be able to find something.
Oceanus circles the pair but leaves them, going off to do - well, probably to keep an eye from a distance. Sickle had plenty of experience ferreting out fun things with her companion, she was looking forward to getting the chance to do so with someone else.
It’s with a pang that she thinks of Malik again but she’s learning that these thoughts will only drag her own if she continues to dwell on them for very long.
“Well, let’s go check out the treeline! That makes sense, if we’re looking for an egg.” She wasn’t sure if companions always arrived in eggs - it was entertaining to think of Malou, her mother’s panther, showing up in such a fashion. But trees meant birds and birds meant eggs and that was good enough for the young wolf as she bounded over to where meadow turned to forest - filled with hope that they’ll be able to find something.
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