tragic, isn't it? ; power discovery

[ninazu]

BURN
BRIGHT

After Zuri found her own footing on the makeshift island, Ninazu shook out her wet fur. She tried not to grimace in obvious disdain—she hated feeling waterlogged—but her expression nonetheless soured. Hmm, she didn’t have a ready form to shapeshift into to fly Zuri and herself back to shore, but if nobody came along to assist, she trusted in her powers to get them back.

“Hm?” Ninazu blinked. She’d been lost in her thoughts on figuring out a winged body when Zuri’d complimented her.

“I didn’t swim particularly well. I can’t swim while carrying you, so I made the island instead.” She squinted as she looked back at shore; she didn’t particularly want to shapeshift into a winged body considering she’d died in a winged serval body. Leaping from four to six limbs hurt her brain. But she would rather lie than admit this truth.

“But you’re not in a rush to get back, right? I need to rest a bit before shapeshifting into a flying body to get back. Someone might come along to help before then.”

© MADI