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Well, so far Malkin had done exactly nothing since he got back – though that’s hardly anything new for him. He had found a home, at least, so that was something. Sure he wasn’t exactly best friends with any of the residents but it was never very likely for him to do that either.
Today is already starting out not-great because Malkin had been spooked when he was leaving Sylva and has spent the better part of the day as an otter, which has not made travelling easy. Not to mention the fact that he has retained his favourite deep maroon coat so he is just a little extra ostentatious and therefore a little more tempting for predators.
Sure, he could have just stayed where he was but he was stubborn and having already made up his mind to do a little exploring today he wasn’t going to let his godforsaken “gift” get in the way.
Fortunately, he was able to find a river and swim in the general direction of the common lands – he had been an otter, and a few other animals similar to it, before and had gotten the hang of moving about in a river, though it took him a few tries to get it right and remember how it all went this time.
By the time he was near the forest, Malkin was exhausted. These stupid little legs were the WORST but at least it wasn’t a butterfly this time. Have you ever tried travelling as a butterfly? Sure they might migrate but Malkin was pretty sure he was going to have a heart attack.
The instincts of this form kick in and he had flipped over onto his back and was floating mindlessly for a while, trying for the millionth time to control this uncontrollable shifting thing, when he heard someone say hello.
Whether or not the greeting was for him or not, it caught his attention and the otter-Malkin rolled over and scurried over to the bank. His eyes, still the bright teal they were normally, spotted a black and white mare. She looked rather gargantuan but, he supposed, that was more a reflection of where he was standing than any flaws in her stature.
And she was grazing, which he was jealous of – because he was hungry but not for the fish that this form was craving.
But, still, this was company and even though he was not his usual handsome self – maybe being a cute, maroon otter would be a good ice breaker so he wouldn’t have to think of one up. In what can only be described as a waddle, otter-Malkin wanders near to the mare and finds himself a nice rock to climb onto, enjoying the fact that it is warm from the sun, and sits down before replying - “Hello yourself.”
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image by Reitro
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