Maea
I am out with lanterns
With permission given, the ancient crouched low and began the collection of scattered petals, flowers and berries into a fold of her skirt. A battle raged within her, of reflexive defensiveness waged against more recently learned acceptance, a desire to be better, less volatile in her reactions. Whether the new influence was winning or not... was hard to say.
"... mh. A part of it, indeed. Doesn't that mean there will never be a good time or place to exist in that shift, though? Nothing will ever welcome a dragon - except maybe other dragons. Does that mean I shouldn't ever take the form of one? Or that I should get used to upsetting anyone who happen to be in the vicinity?" It was a genuine question, not intended as defensive but a request for Lena's opinion. For her own part Maea didn't see her shift as any more or less dangerous than any other big predator, but she was willing to admit that she was biased, and perhaps a bit too enamored by the chance to not give a fuck about anything else when she for once had the upper hand. To stop worrying about consequences for once, and care about nothing but herself, apologising to no one – it had felt good.
Until someone actually got in the way, at least. Then she only felt bad.
Watching how Lena arranged the decorations, Maea mimicked her patterns as best she could, until she ran out of materials. "I see. I didn't know that. I came here in part because I figured there wouldn't be that many people around... but apparently it's still not remote enough. For not noticing you... I apologise." Her gaze fell on the companion as she spoke, including it in the apology. She really may have been careless... something she would have to work on in the future.
"... mh. A part of it, indeed. Doesn't that mean there will never be a good time or place to exist in that shift, though? Nothing will ever welcome a dragon - except maybe other dragons. Does that mean I shouldn't ever take the form of one? Or that I should get used to upsetting anyone who happen to be in the vicinity?" It was a genuine question, not intended as defensive but a request for Lena's opinion. For her own part Maea didn't see her shift as any more or less dangerous than any other big predator, but she was willing to admit that she was biased, and perhaps a bit too enamored by the chance to not give a fuck about anything else when she for once had the upper hand. To stop worrying about consequences for once, and care about nothing but herself, apologising to no one – it had felt good.
Until someone actually got in the way, at least. Then she only felt bad.
Watching how Lena arranged the decorations, Maea mimicked her patterns as best she could, until she ran out of materials. "I see. I didn't know that. I came here in part because I figured there wouldn't be that many people around... but apparently it's still not remote enough. For not noticing you... I apologise." Her gaze fell on the companion as she spoke, including it in the apology. She really may have been careless... something she would have to work on in the future.
Looking for myself
