Shifting

Ralla · 05-02-2011, 07:06 PM

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(Nootau: Visible)

Ayasha's voice called out clear through the village, and Ralla answered it, following the sound until she came upon the scene of her adopted daughter's changing. The snowy wolfess knew how much the equally snowy pup had anticipated and dreaded this day all at once, and she had promised to be there for her first changing for support. And so there she was, standing and watching, there for an anchor of stability and confidence. The young girl would fair well.

The transformation was certainly different, looking at it from a different perspective. It took noticeably longer, but Ralla knew that the time would shorten with experience, as well as the ability to bypass forms. For now, Ayasha was doing fine, and Ralla was proud that her daughter had shown bravery. It was almost comical how she was lying on the ground, unused to having upwards-supporting knees and a straight back. Standing, the young girl experimented with her new digits and form, seemingly unbelieving that she had come into this body. With amusement Ralla chuckled at how Ayasha marveled at her opposable thumbs, bending over to lift the girl up. Even with the pups so close, Ralla could lift Ayasha's small weight; doing all that wood chopping had not been for naught. "So how does it feel?" she asked with her perpetual smile. So recently there had been nothing to be sad about, except for maybe Kemo's distance. But when reminded he came out of his spacey states, and returned to them as a loving father. Ever vigilant, Nootau glided down to rest on a nearby totem pole--one of his favorite places--and watched the proceedings, golden head quirking at an almost 90 degree angle, staring with his inkwell eyes. "It wasn't so bad, was it?"

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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