ooc: Form,Optime
She was angry, bitter all these things that he could not understand. But it was perhaps in this obliviousness that she found the means to forgive and accept what he asked. He had no idea just how much his friend had changed since they were young. The world had warped her, she had been clay in its hands from the day she left, and now expecting to see the same shape, he found himself looking at something entirely different. What was it that set them apart, was it that X’ies had stuck to the ways of the nomads even during his travels? Or was it simply that he had not encountered the same problems she had?
Once again he took the change and brought himself back to the familiar form that his friend and he had taken all those years ago. Was it simply a coincidence in this that it was his favored form? Once the change was complete he laid down near the fire, an inviting spot for her to take. Words were not required now, only silence and those things that were unspoken but clear. There were many things now in the future that lay unclear, particularly just what would go on between Sangilak and its neighbor. But for now, for this moment none of that mattered. In the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of two pieces that lay burning in the fire itself. The Queen, and the King. Inwardly the grey wolf thought.
” Checkmate”