The danger wasn't quite avoided - he was going to have a bruise on his ass when he changed back, and no polite way to ask for healing from any of the usual Infirmary crew - but the price was a small enough one as Amalia fled unharmed and he winged back to Isuma in silent relief. The gryphlet Reep?ed worriedly at the bloody path on his rump as he changed back into his foxform and let her crawl back into his shoulders. It was a good thing she was hollow-boned as an owl, he thought ruefully to himself as he padded in the leopard's wake. She was getting big enough to be awkward, and he wasn't strong enough to carry a proper leopard cub of her size!
It's alright, Amalia, he murmured back in the speech of the Attuned, more comfortable sharing it with her than he had been with Caiside - or perhaps it was because Caiside had helped him practice that it came easier now. Remi told me that it takes getting used to. At least for those not born into shape shifting. But with the danger passed he was more than happy to join her in cleaning up the Shrine, dragging twigs and branches in his teeth to leave the green grass of the lawn within the circle clean and uncluttered once more.
A few flowers had popped up here and there, adding a festive feeling of Frey's blessing to the place, but there was one near the central altar that looked more then merely robust. It towered above its brethren, vibrant violet petals with yellow tongues looking silky-soft in the sunlight, and its thick green leaves veined in a lovely red. Like a three-blossom snapdragon it bobbed heavily with its great blooms. Isuma, tiring of work, had begun chasing a beetle across the grass, her playful bounds taking her closer and closer to the large flower in a slow, circuitous route.
Or maybe the flower was slowly moving closer to her?
It's alright, Amalia, he murmured back in the speech of the Attuned, more comfortable sharing it with her than he had been with Caiside - or perhaps it was because Caiside had helped him practice that it came easier now. Remi told me that it takes getting used to. At least for those not born into shape shifting. But with the danger passed he was more than happy to join her in cleaning up the Shrine, dragging twigs and branches in his teeth to leave the green grass of the lawn within the circle clean and uncluttered once more.
A few flowers had popped up here and there, adding a festive feeling of Frey's blessing to the place, but there was one near the central altar that looked more then merely robust. It towered above its brethren, vibrant violet petals with yellow tongues looking silky-soft in the sunlight, and its thick green leaves veined in a lovely red. Like a three-blossom snapdragon it bobbed heavily with its great blooms. Isuma, tiring of work, had begun chasing a beetle across the grass, her playful bounds taking her closer and closer to the large flower in a slow, circuitous route.
Or maybe the flower was slowly moving closer to her?
