eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
There is no verbal response to his admittance of being proud of her, only a bright grin she flashes at him and a blush that marks her cheeks. It's not often in her life that someone says that to her, and she doesn't quite know how to react, how to thank him for saying it and accurately encompass how appreciative she is of it. She doesn't expect the feeling of stark happiness and motivation, but she's glad for it nonetheless.
At Sunjata's playful jest, at the finger pointed in her direction, Aurelia's brows furrow further and she sticks out her tongue, "Blegh!" She shakes her head and adds, "Don't be gross. You're like a brother," which is true. He is. It's strange how naturally the words develop, though, and she isn't sure if it's too honest of her, but it's out there now.
So shifting doesn't hurt, and it's good to know. The process of it sounds remarkable, interesting, and... strange. She doesn't know how to take that, since it surprises her. "I thought that would be... worse," she remarks quietly, ashing her own cigarette. It sounds terrible! To have your insides shift and maneuver or even fundamentally change to suit the animal. She can't imagine it without her gut twisting and churning at the thought.
Her brows raise with interest as he goes on to describe more of what it's like, drawing silent again to listen to him more fully. She doesn't really understand how his mix of shifts could impact his own personality, which brings even more questions to the surface. "So.. you get some of the same instincts as the shifts you have?" She clarifies, shifting in her seat, "Like if you have... a prey animal, you get more defensive, but if you have a predator, you're more aggressive?"
She nods slowly at his revelation of having to give into the shift, or else never know what it's like to truly benefit from it. "Sounds terrifying..." if she can be honest... "how do you... control it? Do you know when it's the animal talking? Or does it feel like it's just.. another part of you?"
At Sunjata's playful jest, at the finger pointed in her direction, Aurelia's brows furrow further and she sticks out her tongue, "Blegh!" She shakes her head and adds, "Don't be gross. You're like a brother," which is true. He is. It's strange how naturally the words develop, though, and she isn't sure if it's too honest of her, but it's out there now.
So shifting doesn't hurt, and it's good to know. The process of it sounds remarkable, interesting, and... strange. She doesn't know how to take that, since it surprises her. "I thought that would be... worse," she remarks quietly, ashing her own cigarette. It sounds terrible! To have your insides shift and maneuver or even fundamentally change to suit the animal. She can't imagine it without her gut twisting and churning at the thought.
Her brows raise with interest as he goes on to describe more of what it's like, drawing silent again to listen to him more fully. She doesn't really understand how his mix of shifts could impact his own personality, which brings even more questions to the surface. "So.. you get some of the same instincts as the shifts you have?" She clarifies, shifting in her seat, "Like if you have... a prey animal, you get more defensive, but if you have a predator, you're more aggressive?"
She nods slowly at his revelation of having to give into the shift, or else never know what it's like to truly benefit from it. "Sounds terrifying..." if she can be honest... "how do you... control it? Do you know when it's the animal talking? Or does it feel like it's just.. another part of you?"
Aurelia
