ikaia [★] START OF TIME

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— aine | the pitt | fae druid —

Aine's heart most likely skipped a beat.  Having never witnessed a shapeshifter change, she certainly stood, dumbfounded for a moment as oncilla became serval.  Taller than her now.  Not that it was difficult given youth.  She sputtered softly, shaking her head in momentarily disbelief as he just smiled like he did, and went on like normal.

Could she shapeshift?  She was a druid, wasn't she?  Aine glanced at her paws, furrowing her brow.  No.  Flowers and plants sprouted at her feet sometimes, and she recalls absently cracks in the ground.  Maybe she could and she just didn't know it yet.  Then, why would she want to? 

Her hazel hues flashed at the now-serval Ikaia.  He could obviously see better now, with a higher vantage point and he clearly seemed better at hearing.  She huffed softly in awe then scrambled after him, mind buzzing with questions she began working through.

Question one.  "C-can you turn in to anything?"  Question two.  "W-what's it feel like to change?"

She halted as her paws splashed into water, not paying attention to where she was walking.  A startled squeak escaped her maw before she huffed, sheepish.  Glancing down, she blinked, then narrowed her eyes.  "The rocks in 'ere look really smooth."

— I'll come back when you call me —