10-06-2020, 04:43 PM
She closes her eyes briefly, trying to imagine what his father’s antlers must look like. It should not require so much concentration, but these kinds of things -- vague concepts that she had never encountered before -- always felt so wildly out of reach.
And, while she concentrates, something extraordinary happens. It is a faint tickle at first and her first instinct is to think that a pair of wayward leaves have tumbled out of a nearby tree and fallen on her poll. There is no way for her to know that her own horns have shifted into something else entirely, something more resembling his father’s. Black and branched. Antlers more than horns.
She shakes her head to rid her mane of whatever leaves had fallen but there are no leaves. Just the horns on her changed from their natural form to something altogether different.
But she grins, oblivious, watching him shimmy and shake, his coat refracting the light. She almost reaches out to touch him but doesn’t, just watches, wearing his father’s antlers.
“Maybe,” she agrees and nods. “That wouldn’t be so bad, I don’t think. Being the first one.” She tilts her head and studies him a beat longer. “I wonder where the new things come from, if not from our parents.”
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@[Eugene]