08-31-2010, 01:29 AM
The coyote boy spoke in a tongue that Geneva was not familiar with. She only really knew a few words in Italian because Naniko's children shared that tongue with their father. The words that he spoke rung strangely in her ears, because she could sense the confusion and the lost sense of sadness within them. But she did not know what to say to the strange boy. Only moments before they had spoken a common tongue, hadn't they?
Geneva was surprised at how upset he became at her refusal to let him touch her. Before she really had any time to think, the depths of his negative emotions became painstakingly apparent to the Whilom. Geneva pressed her ears against the back of her skull, unsettled by this sudden turn of events. She did not know quite what to say to the boy or how to react. This situation was all very strange to her!
She backed away from him a few feet, uncertain as to what he would do. She did not want to leave him in a place of distress, but she also did not want to place herself into a precarious position. When she was a good few feet away, she concentrated and felt her bones shifting. Within a few minutes, she had attained the two-legged shape that the boy was in. Geneva was slight boned, short, and had always looked fragile and childlike in this form. However, she hoped that this might make things a little better. Once upon a time, she might have just bolted when a stranger exhibited behavior like this, but since becoming a mother, the woman couldn't leave well enough alone. She wanted to at least make sure he was all right before she left. "Is this better?" she asked cautiously, her voice still holding a touch of bewilderment.
Geneva was surprised at how upset he became at her refusal to let him touch her. Before she really had any time to think, the depths of his negative emotions became painstakingly apparent to the Whilom. Geneva pressed her ears against the back of her skull, unsettled by this sudden turn of events. She did not know quite what to say to the boy or how to react. This situation was all very strange to her!
She backed away from him a few feet, uncertain as to what he would do. She did not want to leave him in a place of distress, but she also did not want to place herself into a precarious position. When she was a good few feet away, she concentrated and felt her bones shifting. Within a few minutes, she had attained the two-legged shape that the boy was in. Geneva was slight boned, short, and had always looked fragile and childlike in this form. However, she hoped that this might make things a little better. Once upon a time, she might have just bolted when a stranger exhibited behavior like this, but since becoming a mother, the woman couldn't leave well enough alone. She wanted to at least make sure he was all right before she left. "Is this better?" she asked cautiously, her voice still holding a touch of bewilderment.