My concern abates as she reassures me that she hasn't experienced the (near-)death of her attuned form, and I visibly relax a bit more, my mind awhirl still at the implications of this information. A rather morbid experiment idea came my mind - what would happen if I were to leap in my leopard form from a height that would surely cause it to perish? I would revert back, very much sore and sorry for myself, to a bruised human form, no doubt still injured but alive? It was baffling, and I had to tell myself rather harshly that it was something one did not want to mess around with - surely it was all part of the 'gift' that whatever god has bestowed upon the attuned, the ability to shift to their animals form(s), and an extra chance, a lucky charm to save one from death. Did it have a limit as to how many times one could risk their animals forms before you did succumb?
Questions. Always so many questions. I'd have to hit Jigano up for more answers next time I saw him.
"This world, huh?" I bite at her tantalising hint, gladly letting the conversation move on from one thing to the next. Rather belatedly, I notice that she has finished her drink, and I ask: "Need a refill?" as I gesture to the cup. I also remember where my cup is, by my feet, and I reclaim it to take a sip, silently marvelling at all I have learned since I put it down there.
"Did you… leave family behind when you came through the portal?" I ask after I have resettled from topping up the drinks, my tones and attitude notably calmer than before, knowing that once again I might be breaching into a topic that contained sensitive information, and emotions along with it, and wanting to show respect for that fact.
Questions. Always so many questions. I'd have to hit Jigano up for more answers next time I saw him.
"This world, huh?" I bite at her tantalising hint, gladly letting the conversation move on from one thing to the next. Rather belatedly, I notice that she has finished her drink, and I ask: "Need a refill?" as I gesture to the cup. I also remember where my cup is, by my feet, and I reclaim it to take a sip, silently marvelling at all I have learned since I put it down there.
"Did you… leave family behind when you came through the portal?" I ask after I have resettled from topping up the drinks, my tones and attitude notably calmer than before, knowing that once again I might be breaching into a topic that contained sensitive information, and emotions along with it, and wanting to show respect for that fact.
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