she had magic in her eyes even the stars envied
She has never heard herself described in such lofty prose, and if she were in her human skin her cheeks would color appropriately. As it is the owl shakes her head, feathers ruffling in mild embarrassment. I wish you could show me, too. Wistfully the owl croons, entranced by the description of his unusual power. To see people as paintings, colored in ink on a canvas of life..!
The girl coos again, hopping down from Remi's shoulder to land beside the water glass. Is it the same when you're shifted? she questions, curious, slipping back to otter form and sitting on the ground. And with everyone?
The girl coos again, hopping down from Remi's shoulder to land beside the water glass. Is it the same when you're shifted? she questions, curious, slipping back to otter form and sitting on the ground. And with everyone?
