Got the dreamer's disease
Blood, on its own, isn't the sort of things to make her squeamish. Little is, honestly, except what happens later evidently. "No...?" she offers warily to Nova's obvious exuberance. The stark difference of their feelings on the matter is starting to make her nervous because she can't catch sight of where the thread is that she needs to grab hold of to maintain understanding with this path of conversation. Not even the fact that Nova is calling it cool when Fern literally said it'd be hot, the woman's meaning not lost on her even if the use of that particular word chafes against Fern's point. It's not just the impractical temperature though, the entire thing is impractical.
"Real tiger's blood belongs inside the tigers." She frowns, the notion unraveling into a greater mess right before her very eyes. "Tigers don't produce enough offspring quickly enough to just be harvested for sno-cone toppings. When nature intends for something to be eaten regularly, it produces rapidly, like blink hares and birds." This, repeating back what she'd been taught when she had believed it might be real, the sense of it all plain as day to her now. "Besides, sno-cones are dessert, blood is not." Sugar could maybe be added to it, but the taste would still be all wrong.
The mention of a shift though makes Fern glance at Nova with a new kind of assessment. "You have a predator shift, then, I take it? What kind?" It would certainly make more sense why Nova might be craving blood. She'd seen the impacts of the beasts beneath the skin in her own family, and for herself, she's rather partial to the flavor of fish. Though she isn't about to ask for a sardine sno-cone.
With the birds at hand though, Fern's interest competes with the dawning worry over the creatures' wellbeing. Nova's explanation rapidly makes sense, especially on the heels of discovering she can shift, but it does little to erase Fern's frown. "Don't do that," she says sharply, a bitter pout steepling into the arc of her lips. The sharpness of the willy nilly ease with which Nova contorts the world around her splinters through Fern with a staggering effect. She leans abruptly away as the cat jumps up, crawling into a gollum-looking crouch on the bench instead, sno-cone wholly forgotten. "No! Don't!" She audibly hisses at the cat and nudges him away with her foot, desperate in her worry now.
"Real tiger's blood belongs inside the tigers." She frowns, the notion unraveling into a greater mess right before her very eyes. "Tigers don't produce enough offspring quickly enough to just be harvested for sno-cone toppings. When nature intends for something to be eaten regularly, it produces rapidly, like blink hares and birds." This, repeating back what she'd been taught when she had believed it might be real, the sense of it all plain as day to her now. "Besides, sno-cones are dessert, blood is not." Sugar could maybe be added to it, but the taste would still be all wrong.
The mention of a shift though makes Fern glance at Nova with a new kind of assessment. "You have a predator shift, then, I take it? What kind?" It would certainly make more sense why Nova might be craving blood. She'd seen the impacts of the beasts beneath the skin in her own family, and for herself, she's rather partial to the flavor of fish. Though she isn't about to ask for a sardine sno-cone.
With the birds at hand though, Fern's interest competes with the dawning worry over the creatures' wellbeing. Nova's explanation rapidly makes sense, especially on the heels of discovering she can shift, but it does little to erase Fern's frown. "Don't do that," she says sharply, a bitter pout steepling into the arc of her lips. The sharpness of the willy nilly ease with which Nova contorts the world around her splinters through Fern with a staggering effect. She leans abruptly away as the cat jumps up, crawling into a gollum-looking crouch on the bench instead, sno-cone wholly forgotten. "No! Don't!" She audibly hisses at the cat and nudges him away with her foot, desperate in her worry now.
Fern
This world is gonna pull through, don't give up
