Get the feeling - open, mutation/corruption growth

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

Fraggle knew a few things about shapeshifting, and mutations. His current lion cub form was as a direct result of shapeshifting, and while this form didn't have any mutations, his rabbit form did. After all, not all hares you saw jumping around had bronze and gold feathers adorning their ears. Still, he had been born with his feathery mutations. They had been part of him from the moment he was alive, and they weren't something that had grown in afterwards. Honestly, the boy was grateful for that, considering he had little idea of how painful such a process would be if it had happened later in life. No matter how much it had hurt, though... it wouldn't have been as painful as Sethiram's new mutation's looked.

Fragglerock had followed along not far behind Aesior that day, the boy having asked to accompany the other on his daily patrol. Aesior had initially been somewhat hesitant, no doubt because of the still-healing wound that still lingered on Frag's side, but the cub was persistent. So, as Aesior had been sniffing at Seth's newest additions, Fragglerock had merely been... staring. After a moment of hesitation, the boy was able to question, his head cocking to one side, "What happened? Did all of this just... grow?" His question went unanswered, though, when a voice that very much wasn't Seth's responded. The being's words were confusing, and the young lion found himself shrinking back, half hiding behind Aesior when Sethiram once more gained control of himself.

There was another moment of silence before Frag spoke up, not moving from his position behind Aesior as he answered Seth's question, "You... you just talked. But you didn't sound at all like yourself! It didn't seem like it was you, anyways..." It had referred to Seth as "this boy," after all. Unless this was all some kind of elaborate prank by the other? But that hardly seemed likely, at least to Fraggle.

☆ — what of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?