Her words reverberate through my cranium. The intimacy of it is still so new to me, the shock of having someone right there, in a space that normally only my own inner voice resides, gives me pause, my movements jarring and uncoordinated. And so my attempts to return the bop go unanswered, my frame instead wavering after her like a drunk baby, as I reach for and miss her copper form. Just in time, I recall my that this paw is not to touch the ground, and I pull it back, overbalancing slightly but recovering with barely an inch of space to spare. But while I waste this time in recalculating my position, she is moving, ever efficient and well-practised, engaged completely in her form, while I am still spending time re-calibrating the controls between my mind of science and logic and the leopard's instincts and nature.
With an abrupt, surprised, snort, I receive yet another bop from her, this time from her tail, tapping me upside the head, chased by an apologetic swell of emotions that flood my senses.
I pause any attempts at following her for a moment, attempting to ascertain my position in all of this once more, to clarify, to remove this foggy delay that is clearly affecting my ability to effectively interact in this form. 'Let go,' I repeat, to confirm her instruction, my words sent with the confusion that still plagues me, the disconnect, the frustration at the delay. I have control of this body, but how do I let it control me? 'How?' I ask, enquiring after the mysteries of it all, swallowing the emotions that would otherwise overwhelm both myself and the bond, seeking instead more clarification, more help, more clues on how to unlock the full potential of this form.
With an abrupt, surprised, snort, I receive yet another bop from her, this time from her tail, tapping me upside the head, chased by an apologetic swell of emotions that flood my senses.
I pause any attempts at following her for a moment, attempting to ascertain my position in all of this once more, to clarify, to remove this foggy delay that is clearly affecting my ability to effectively interact in this form. 'Let go,' I repeat, to confirm her instruction, my words sent with the confusion that still plagues me, the disconnect, the frustration at the delay. I have control of this body, but how do I let it control me? 'How?' I ask, enquiring after the mysteries of it all, swallowing the emotions that would otherwise overwhelm both myself and the bond, seeking instead more clarification, more help, more clues on how to unlock the full potential of this form.
Chulane
fridooh & whimzi @ deviantart
