Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
Her warm, teasing tones greet my ears, and I cannot hide the pleasure the simple sound gives me. I follow her to the designated training section, listening as she talks of the Grounders she is 'caretaking' for while they stay here. I offer a sympathetic smile as I get near enough to see the fatigue that lines her face - I was born of farmers who liked their home and nothing else, I knew of the sort of stories she was talking about. While I myself had loved that life, I also loved a life of exploration and adventure, which is what led me to Antarctica, and consequently, to here.
Still, we power on, and arrive to the training area promptly. She turns to face me and I am a bit surprised when she proposes we work on our shifts.
It's a bit of a daunting prospect for me. The animal shift itself was something that I fine with, that I had practised in my own time, but the empathic link, the sharing of emotions and thoughts, still felt very much like an invasion on my own self, or like I was exposing myself to the world. I considered her words, and ultimately my excitement in being here, and seeing her shifted form(s), brought me to agree with her proposal.
"Sounds a bit easy," I say with an over-exaggerated air of one who knows better, though I very clearly did not. "How about we agree on some conditions? Feline only shifts?" I ask with a devious grin, my eyes piercing her own with the question.
Still, we power on, and arrive to the training area promptly. She turns to face me and I am a bit surprised when she proposes we work on our shifts.
It's a bit of a daunting prospect for me. The animal shift itself was something that I fine with, that I had practised in my own time, but the empathic link, the sharing of emotions and thoughts, still felt very much like an invasion on my own self, or like I was exposing myself to the world. I considered her words, and ultimately my excitement in being here, and seeing her shifted form(s), brought me to agree with her proposal.
"Sounds a bit easy," I say with an over-exaggerated air of one who knows better, though I very clearly did not. "How about we agree on some conditions? Feline only shifts?" I ask with a devious grin, my eyes piercing her own with the question.
CHULANE
