MELITA
The sight of Amalia half-shifted into a cat, feral and beast-like, both shocked and inspired a jealousy deep in Melita. How she wished to be more aware, quick, not beholden to the two humans hands that could only do so much; that seemed so clumsy, apelike, unsure compared to the animal instinct.
"Just wandering. Fangorn gets restless." She explained, smiling down at the little gourd, which ran about crunching the snow. This was truthfully an excuse. The girl's wild spirit often got too constrained by the inside world, felt like a flame trapped in a too-small lantern, isolated and cut off from the nature that brightened her life.
Amalia's shift once again captivated her. The lines between feline and bird, hard and soft; Melita was so distracted by the change that she forgot to say any words in response until she started back to life and nodded. "You can try. Be careful...there are dangerous things in the woods." She wasn't scared of them, but Amalia was softer, less world-weary, a baker and not a fighter like Melita.
Breath held she crouched, trying to make herself as small and quiet as possible so whatever it was would come out into the open. With a wave of her hand, Fangorn ran to her side and pressed in close. The both of them waited, tense, impatient.
"Just wandering. Fangorn gets restless." She explained, smiling down at the little gourd, which ran about crunching the snow. This was truthfully an excuse. The girl's wild spirit often got too constrained by the inside world, felt like a flame trapped in a too-small lantern, isolated and cut off from the nature that brightened her life.
Amalia's shift once again captivated her. The lines between feline and bird, hard and soft; Melita was so distracted by the change that she forgot to say any words in response until she started back to life and nodded. "You can try. Be careful...there are dangerous things in the woods." She wasn't scared of them, but Amalia was softer, less world-weary, a baker and not a fighter like Melita.
Breath held she crouched, trying to make herself as small and quiet as possible so whatever it was would come out into the open. With a wave of her hand, Fangorn ran to her side and pressed in close. The both of them waited, tense, impatient.
