she had magic in her eyes even the stars envied
She traces the sadness in his face with attentive almond eyes, her chin still on her knees. It hurts to see it, and she wishes there was an easy answer, anything she could do. Perhaps that thing would be to stop- but she has never known where those lines are drawn, always taken it a step too far. "Do you want them back?" the girl asks softly, her brows pulled in a frown. "I... I could go with you to ask. If you want."
That the shape-changers do not choose is not so strange to her; it is not so different here, she supposes, remembering how the leopardess skin seemed to rise into her soul. But the lack of expansion is surprising, and the girl tilts her head. "Huh," she murmurs, curiosity blooming on her expressive face. "Was there anything else you could do there, that can't be done here? It's strange, how similar it is, but different too."
That the shape-changers do not choose is not so strange to her; it is not so different here, she supposes, remembering how the leopardess skin seemed to rise into her soul. But the lack of expansion is surprising, and the girl tilts her head. "Huh," she murmurs, curiosity blooming on her expressive face. "Was there anything else you could do there, that can't be done here? It's strange, how similar it is, but different too."
