Down and out, and out of luck, we're spinning but the needle's stuck
Watching the practiced hand tend to the foal, she was reassured to hear that it was a minor injury. While it looked gruesome and smelled appalling, it seemed no different from the way her father had treated their sheep once in a hazy past.
The hardest part of all this was letting go. The foal was warm and steady against her chest, it's breath and heartbeat the realest thing she had experienced. Stepping away was like peeling herself from a truth she couldn't put a name on, and though she did as she was vid, Maea shuddered from the cold that rushed in where warmth used to be.
Landing in herself, the tiger settling back in the recesses of her mind, the Ancient gazed at the woman whose pasture she had burned. "If I caused you distress, I am sorry," she offered quietly. "I've never... that was the first time I shifted." She'd gotten carried away, clearly. Lost control over herself, and even though it felt good at the time, even though she'd managed to keep from doing harm - the urge still murmured in her veins.
A little like losing her mind.
Didn't that make her a monster?
Tucking her hands into the pockets of her pants, she began to turn away, meaning to leave the same way she had arrives; over the fence.
The hardest part of all this was letting go. The foal was warm and steady against her chest, it's breath and heartbeat the realest thing she had experienced. Stepping away was like peeling herself from a truth she couldn't put a name on, and though she did as she was vid, Maea shuddered from the cold that rushed in where warmth used to be.
Landing in herself, the tiger settling back in the recesses of her mind, the Ancient gazed at the woman whose pasture she had burned. "If I caused you distress, I am sorry," she offered quietly. "I've never... that was the first time I shifted." She'd gotten carried away, clearly. Lost control over herself, and even though it felt good at the time, even though she'd managed to keep from doing harm - the urge still murmured in her veins.
A little like losing her mind.
Didn't that make her a monster?
Tucking her hands into the pockets of her pants, she began to turn away, meaning to leave the same way she had arrives; over the fence.
Maea
