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RE: first act - Noah - 03-17-2026
The attuned lifted his nose to the air and gave a tight nod. Then he watched, head turning to follow the quick, purposeful way she moved through the brush. Noah huffed softly through flared nostrils, a plume of warm breath lost to the damp air as she arranged her makeshift target.
His ears flicked forward and he stepped closer, hooves pressing into the softened earth as he assessed what she’d built. The bundle of nettles and branches hung just high enough to require precision. Not a wild lunge this time, but something measured.
The longma lowered his head slightly, angling it as though sighting along the curve of his own horns. There was a time of calculation, his weight settling, muscles coiling with a more controlled readiness. Then he struck. The motion was cleaner this time, less dramatic but far more deliberate. His horns drove forward and up, aiming for the center of her makeshift target. The branches shuddered with the impact, nettles snagging briefly along the curve before slipping free.
RE: first act - Melita - 03-20-2026
The Honeybee stepped aside, waiting with a touch of eagerness and fervency – in part, probably, due to incoming potential for violence, however minor. It was nice to concoct a scheme of prowess and possibilities when there was vehemence on the line – the future a budding, inherent buzz in the back of her mind. Not for something like Noah’s shift, though it did seem like a fun time to go stabbing anyone who bothered, but for the prospect of other shifts waiting underneath the surface.
She gave credence to his efforts though as he went galloping along the undergrowth, paying homage to Vi by pretending to slay Melita’s newly invented brush monster. Far more measured than she’d probably ever be (the temptation to just hit the tree was there, after all), she watched as the longma persevered in calculated efforts. Once again, she clapped and whooped, disturbing several birds who went flying off. [say]“Very nice. And then you can kick the shit out of people too, yeah?” [/say]
RE: first act - Noah - 03-24-2026
The longma lifted his head at her whoop, ears flicking as startled birds scattered into the grey haze above, the beat of their wings cutting cleanly through the lingering echoes of the storm. Then his attention shifted back to Melita, her words settling somewhere between amusement and practicality.
A low, rumbling sound left his chest. It was something close to a laugh, if not quite as human.
He shifted his weight, stepping once to the side before giving a small, deliberate demonstration. One hind leg lifted, then snapped back in a sharp, controlled kick against empty air. It carried the same measured intent as the strike before, power held on a tight leash rather than thrown freely.
The longma set his hoof back down, steady and grounded. Another soft huff followed, warm breath curling in the cool air as he dipped his head slightly in her direction. The message was clear enough. Between the horns, the hooves, and the strength coiled through his frame, the form was far from defenseless. It had the kind of force that didn’t waste itself.
RE: first act - Melita - 03-24-2026
Not one for patience, perhaps it would look quite remarkable that she wasn’t doing any restless activity on her part – watching, waiting, to see what other proportions the shift employed. When it became remarkably clear that Noah had been capable of deploying said capabilities with rapt efficiency, it only gave over to more ideas swirling through the Honeybee’s head. She’d like something big, strong, enduring, and formidable to be resting within her soul too, waiting to be unleashed and unfurled across the expanse.
Glancing upwards after giving another round of applause, she noted the way the clouds were turning, damning and dooming to come back around once more. [say]“Thanks for the demo,”[/say] and she tipped her head towards him in respect; despite how she’d started out the conversation, it was clear the Sentinel had changed, and it didn’t seem to be weighing him down. [say]“I’m going to head out before the storm makes its way over again,”[/say] handwaving the distinction in screaming tempests and lightning contorting from the back of her mind, companions already assembling, getting ready to depart. [say]“Good luck on all your stuff!” [/say]Whatever his ambitions happened to be now.
RE: first act - Noah - 03-25-2026
The longma inclined his head at her applause. As she turned to gather herself and her companions, Noah held the form for a moment longer, watching and listening to the way the storm threatened to circle back. Then he shifted. The change folded inward this time, scales drawing away as bone and muscle reshaped. When Noah stood again in his own skin, rain clung to him just the same, his cloak heavy but familiar.
[say]“Safe travels, Melita.”[/say] he called after her, voice steady over the hush of rainfall. He watched her go, her form slipping into the undergrowth, before turning back to the Mathair’s tree. The disturbance they’d made was minor, but it lingered all the same. there were broken branches, scattered nettles, signs of movement too careless for a place like this. Noah stepped forward, crouching to gather what had been displaced. He worked methodically, returning brush to where it had been, pressing earth back into place with quiet care.
It wasn’t about perfection, just respect for the goddess who resided in the wood. When he finished, he stepped back once more, giving the tree its space again, leaving behind only the offerings, and the steady fall of rain.
FIN