[ She doesn’t look away, her gaze steady, non-threatening, but unlike a predator watching something to play with. But she holds herself back, her hands busy with minding Cerise. The merrow remembers how light Linden was. How easy would it be to toss him around…
But any of those more feral thoughts get thrown out, her head tilting to the side when he suddenly takes the form of… ]
no subject
But any of those more feral thoughts get thrown out, her head tilting to the side when he suddenly takes the form of… ]
An astronaut?