Change is Good [Brig]

[Haeli]

Timestamp: 20th of Winter, 511 Location: All Things Wild Reason: Introducing Brig to Morphing There was a lot of things in Haeli's life that was different now. The scenery for one, was a big change for her. Brig was another. He was unexpected, unasked for, and wholly welcome. But in many regards, they were worlds away form each other in thinking and personality. For one, he was clever and bold and unafraid of the world he lived in. Humans for him were just another obstacle he could easily avoid or outsmart. He could take them, leave them, or be amused by them in any given circumstance. Things though, complex workings, fascinated him. And in her quiet way she watched him, trying to get to know him, and figure out what it was that really made him who or what he was. The problem was, after a season, she still was constantly surprised. He made nothing into something on a routine basis, as if his whole personality was bent around changing the rules of his world and even the things in it. Junk became amazing things that extended her reach, fastened to walls, moved, whirled, amazed, and sometimes even glimmered and shined. Sometimes, late at night, even curled around him, Haeli wondered if he was real. Brig sometimes seemed larger than life to her, a fictional character stolen out of a fantastical tale from far far away brought to her ears by the lips of traders on a ship that sailed places far more distant than her mind could understand. And she loved him for it. Perhaps she put him a bit on a pedestal as well, for he would have laughed at her thinking if she had not grown used to avoiding such thoughts when he was near. Not that he was perfect. No. Haeli was acutely aware that he had his flaws. They weren't nearly as horrid as they could be. For one, in the true fashion of a raccoon he washed everything fanatically before he ate it, especially things raw. Secondly, sometimes she could slip into his workshop and he'd not notice her for bells while she watched him wander and speak to himself and plot if she remained quiet. Sometimes she'd speak, bringing in something that needed to be mixed for a while and perch herself up on a stool and watch him, talking to him while she mixed. The thing was, Haeli couldn't get over the feeling Brig was meant for something important in his life. And that something maybe or maybe not had things to do with her. She could just feel it on him... as if maybe this place in his life was just a stepping stone or a temporary shelter that he could always fall back on between whatever else it was he was supposed to do. And in that manner, she had the strongest feeling she was supposed to be in his life to help him along the way. Wasn't it supposed to be the opposite? Kelvics served their bondmates? Haeli wasn't wrong though. Everything about what she felt about Brig was right. He was so much more than the sum of his parts, but it was up to her to make sure those parts kept growing so he'd have the right tool to ultilize whatever it was he needed or was supposed to do. She felt, strongly so, that she needed to help get him ready. For what? She couldn't have said. It might have even been the reason why she hadn't become his lover yet either. Part of her was afraid she couldn't keep him and if she somehow drew close enough, she'd never survive having to let him go if their lives came to that. Haeli's entire psyche was built around survival and being able to anticipate things to come. Brig was something she hadn't spotted, didn't anticipate, and now never wanted to let go. But he was something she definitely wanted to survive. Even now, she ran her hands into his thick unruly hair and teased at a curl as he slept. She was sitting beside him on their bed, wearing not a stitch of clothing when she should have been already dressed for the day. She didn't need clothing. Not for what they were about to do. Unfortunately, though, the world wasn't made up of things she wanted. If that had been the case snakes would have never bitten, mosquitoes would have fed on tree sap instead of blood, and the wet season in the swamp would have been toned down or drawn out to not be so fast and furious like it was. But this morning, she was going to try to get what she wanted. She was going to try to teach Brig how to Morph. She didn't know if she could, but she was more than willing to try. "Brig, I know its really really early, but I thought we could try teaching you Morphing today?" She said, pulling back the covers he was snuggled under and immediately stealing his pillow. If he cracked his eyes open, she'd smile, lean close to steal a kiss, then add to what she simply said. "I'll teach you the little things, first, Brig. But then I'm going to teach you how to be me... and learn to be you in return." She added. What better examples, after all, than to learn from living models so close at hand? Haeli smiled, her enthusiasm infectious.

[Brig]

Kelvic’s dreams were odd things, even if kelvics themselves didn’t know the difference. Both animal and man in one, it didn't matter which form. Sometimes Brig dreamed of climbing trees, raiding neglected or even jealously guarded nests, or pursuing rabbits or field mice through the underbrush. Those times he’d utter a sudden huff or grunt in his sleep. Or his foot or hand would twitch funnily as if the chase was on, after he’d dreamed up a threat or rival encroaching on his territory. Other times he dreamed of the times with his mother and twin sister Laire. Or of things that whirred and clicked and fit together in unusual ways. He dreamed about the things he liked in both forms. But mostly, no matter which form he was in, Brig dreamed about Haeli. About his bondmate. When she pulled the covers off and took his pillow, he didn’t open his eyes but a grin gave him away as he pulled back and hunkered down deeper into the blankets. If she hadn’t been there when he’d woken up, he’d have immediately gone off looking for her. But she was there, smiling at him, tugging at his curls and urging him out. He could see her through one barely opened eye. It gave him away even more, but he couldn’t resist. He liked nothing better than looking at her, watching her both when she slept and when she moved around All Things Wild during the day. It was curiosity, fascination, a fierce protectiveness…devotion and adoration. Love, all rolled into one. And want. There was want too. And even though he tried not to let on to the extent of it so long as he sensed she was feeling hesitant, he just wasn’t very good at it. It never occurred to him that she was worried about getting too close or losing him. He’d have told her it wasn’t possible, that as long as he lived he belonged to her. He was hers. Not just because Marcus Kelvic had said so. Not because andy gods or goddesses did. But because he did. But he did worry sometimes that she’d decide that he wasn’t the best bondmate or protector she could have. He could hold his own, sure, and he worked at it by hunting for the best he could find, or stirring up rivalries with things bigger and meaner than him for practice at fighting. The tomcat didn’t count. That was personal. He was still a raccoon though, and not that something bigger, stronger and meaner, like a bear, a wolf or a big cat. But he still couldn’t resist trying to lure her down under the covers instead of him coming out. A tug on her hand, a kiss taken, given back and urging. But she was talking about morphing and it was enough to lure him out. He desperately wanted to learn. The thought of flying along with her on her trips to the swamp was a powerful motivator. But beyond it, it was something new to learn. Something that fascinated him. And something that was so much a part of her, that he wanted to better understand and grasp it. So finally he came out from under the covers, smiling and sitting up next to her. ”You’re going to change into me, and me to you?” he wondered, to make sure that he’d heard her right. It didn’t strike him as the least bit unusual, but only fascinated him more. ”How? What do you mean, the little things first? Do you mean, like a nose? Or fingers?”

[Haeli]

Haeli nodded. "Yes, little things first." She said softly, smiling, her mind traveling back to her first morphing lesson. It was hard learned and harder still were those that came afterwards. She didn't mind though. Morphing had given her a freedom that she'd never known without it. Haeli planned to give Brig that same freedom if he could indeed learn the art.

The witch reached down and took his hand and lifted it to her hair holding it there until he held a lock of it in his hand. Then she herself reached out and touched his hair running her fingers through it to feel its texture. "Feel my hair. Hair for some reason is easier than flesh, even easier than the illusion of flesh. Feel its length, Brig, the texture, and how it smells. Touch it until you have memorized it and would know it in the dark or a snowstorm or even wet. And know that even though it is far different than yours, it is the same. It is just hair." That was the true secret of Morphing. It wasn't really learning the differences between things, it was simply understanding that everything was the same. "My hair is just the same as yours. It's made up of the same substance that just shows its form differently. That is always going to be the key, Brig. We are the same. You and I. You and the cat next door, myself and the old coon in the garden. We're all the very same for all that we look different." She explained. Then more quietly she continued.

"There's something inside you, Brig, a power like the energy you get after you eat a good meal or have rested a long time. It fills you, from your toes to the tips of your ears. It's called djed. Djed is what we use to effect change around us. It is as important to us as our hands, our breath, and our blood. Most people walk through the world and never realize what is inside them, Brig. But it's there. It's in all of us." She said softly then leaned forward.

Her kiss was light, coaxing, and when he opened his mouth to taste her she breathed into his mouth gently, filling his mouth with power that was all hers. Djed filled his mouth, but just only there and something in him sang awake as if recognizing like to like. "Do you feel it Brig? Do you recognize it now?" She knew that sometimes people could never recognize it. Her own initiation had been far more painful, traumatizing even, but she was not Ozantha and there was no need to hold one down and bind ones limbs and force Djed into them.... not when they were willing to share kisses. Haeli smiled.

"Feel it Brig. Do you know it now? Can you find the djed inside yourself? You have it. We all do." She leaned closer, wondering if he could indeed understand. "Feel mine... look for yours. Take time to taste it, to recognize it, to understand it. Then, if you can find your own share it with me." She said simply, still stroking his hair. She wasn't exactly petting him or even doing anything constructive. But as he watched he could see her hair change. He could feel it if his hands were still buried in her hair where she put them. Haeli didn't get it right at first either. It was too long, then two short, then too course, then fine. He could feel what she pushed into his mouth with her kiss oozing from her very pours. He could feel her becoming that djed and molding her hair as if it was something not set in stone and she was some kind of Goddess still working on its formation.

As he found his djed or tried, Haeli tried to find Brig's hair and wear it for her own.

[Brig]

Left to his own devices, to really think about it, Brig wouldn’t have been sure that he could learn to shift in the same way Haeli did. His shifting was different, it wasn’t learned or mastered in time. There wasn’t really any thinking or concentration involved. It was simply what he was, both raccoon and human. But he wasn’t on his own to think about it. And if his trusted bondmate said he was capable, then so he was. He sat up in bed then, smiled into her eyes and curled his fingers round the smaller hand that took his. Feeling the silk of her hair slide through his fingers and wind around them, the feeling was one the Kelvic craved even if it hadn’t been for the sake of understanding in this case. The contrast in color to his own, the finer, silkier strands compared to his courser curls. And as much, he craved Haeli’s touch as much in turn. But the same? Brig smiled again and tilted his head curiously as she went on to explain. He leaned towards her, feeling her breath against his cheek as he inhaled her scent. He’d know it anywhere, even carried to him from a distance on the breeze. ”We’re different,” he considered. ”But the same. Made of the same thing.” It made a natural sort of sense to Brig, that all things came from, or were made of one thing that connected them, except that he’d never thought of it before. ”Djed,” he repeated, but it was all he said before she kissed him. She was teaching him, so he could understand. But if the reason was teaching, it was a very good way and he returned the kiss with a gentle enthusiasm. A sense of sharing, but also of being one at the same time. ”I understand,” he told her. And he did, he could feel it. Their essence was the same, he understood, but doing was something different. Connecting her essence, recognizing and understanding it was easy. But his own, he smiled, but it would take some doing. He looked and searched within himself, even while he watched the changes come over her, her hair changing to become like hers. He merely watched, taking what he saw and turning it inward, feeling rather than looking for it within himself. And then hers mingled with his, so he could hardly name the difference between them. But it worked its purpose, even if he struggled with the actual doing, he recognized it within himself and understood, and shared it with her through their kiss. And it turn, he claimed hers for his own and tried to use it to change the strands of his own hair.

[Haeli]

Haeli smiled and tasted his essence in her mouth and knew he'd found his djed. Once recognized, once awoken, he'd never ever mistake it for anything else. And even more importantly once he could feel it, taste it, recognize it he could see it. And once that happened, he knew exactly how Haeli began to change her hair. She seemed to ooze djed out of her skin, from the very pores. It was so subtle, so flawless, that it settled about her more like a scent than any tangible thing. And that djed flowed through her hair, rewove it, altered its appearance. She didn't get it exactly right, though she was close on the texture and type. Beneath his fingers still buried in her honey gold locks, he could feel the very silken strands thicken, begin to curl, and shorten mimicking his own.

The color was off though.

She picked a dark rich brown that was close to black but not exactly black. Her's was longer than his, and he could see her physically give off more djed to shift it, shorten it, fight to have it a different length. It was then he realized changing size was the hard thing for morphers and that details they picked up with their eyes was subjective. Did Haeli see his hair as black or brown? Obviously brown, though it was a deep rich midnight. She worked on the color, even as she fought to grow facial hair, sprouting short spikes that roughly formed a goatee like Brig often wore.

She in turn encouraged him. "Let it flow from you Brig. Not too much, but just a bit, and coat your hair with your essence then change it. Think thinner, shiny.. but don't try to compare it's color to say something similar like dried summer grass, or you'll sprout grass from your head. I'm not kidding." She said with a smile.

She kept fighting with his hair on her head until she had it just right, even down to the color. Then she released the djed, let her hair flow back into its natural form, then tried again, practicing. She was faster achieving his hair the next time and the length was closer, but it still took time. "You'll have to practice alot, Brig, at whatever form you choose. And know too that the shifting is true. You become what you transform into, just like when you go from human to kelvic." She added. Next she worked on the shape of his eyes, nose and mouth on her own face. Watching her shift between forms, from one state to another, oozing djed, using it like it was expendable. After several minutes she had his face and Brig forced himself to stare at a copy of himself. Haeli even worked on the shape of her face, changing the design of her jaw to match the way Brig's was. All the while she encouraged him.

"I know what you look like because I watch you daily. I know you know what I look like too. Use the djed like clay, remold yourself, know that your coon and your human form are exactly the same." She said softly. It was incredibly strange watching Brig try to do something she'd only ever seen herself and Oantha do. But she sat with him, wearing his own face, encouraging him to try.

[Brig]

It was hard to say which astounded Brig more. Discovering his own djed, recognizing and feeling it. Or seeing Haeli change before his very eyes. Change into him, or at least his hair, his face. It was like looking into a mirror, even with his fingers tangled in the strands of her changing hair. He grinned a little tentatively, head tilted curiously, fascinated while he watched the transformation. And at the same time, sensing and feeling how they were one and the same. It seemed easy as could be for her, like shifting from coon to human and back again was for him. That had never required thinking, in fact he’d been so young he couldn’t really remember the first time he’d shifted. This was different though. He understood, he could feel it, but doing was something else. It was fascinating to the kelvic, to see how through Haeli’s eyes, she must see him. It wasn’t easy. But then Brig realized that maybe he was thinking too much. He knew her, from the top of her crown to the tips of her toes. Her eyes, her mouth, the feel of her skin and hair, all the intimate places. Not just with his eyes or his fingertips, but with his heart. It was good that she warned him against making comparisons, rather than what it was. He might have tried it. He might have ended up with a sheet of pale silk on his head. But instead he smiled, a little guilty as if he’d considered it, and nodded instead. ”I won’t,” he whispered. But still a little distracted by the wonder of peering into his own image without so much as a looking glass, he let his eyes flutter closed while keeping his fingers buried in the strands of her hair. He knew what she looked and felt like, it was no different at all when he closed his eyes. He saw her with his heart and whether it was seconds or an eternity passed by, the memory was soul deep. He focused and let the djed flow from him, through his pores, focusing on becoming Haeli in the same way he became human or returned to his coon form. Becoming her, or at least now at the start, changing his hair, reforming it to become hers. It would need to be longer than hers, looser waves than her curls. His first efforts wouldn’t be nearly perfect, there'd inevitably be flaws. It turned out though that sensory, tactile things were easier for Brig. It was only natural for a creature that relied so heavily on instinct. Scent, texture… But color, that would be much more difficult, even if he was able to reproduce exactly what he saw when he looked at Haeli. In some ways, in some instances especially during the darkest of nights his vision served him better than a human’s would. But he didn’t see through a human’s eyes, and he’d never see color the same as they did. Even was he able with this first try to mirror what he saw when he focused on the color of Haeli’s hair, it wouldn’t be true as other humans might see it. It couldn’t be. It would come to be the same with the shape of her face. Even if his attempts were flawed ones, the shape of her face, the curve of her jawline and cheekbones, the bow of her lips or the arch of her brows. Those things at least would come easier through trial and error than would subtle differences in eye color and flesh tones. Not for lack of effort however, but simply because what he saw in earnest, wasn't necessarily true.

[Haeli]

Brig was an absolute joy to Haeli. Having never had a friend like him, she was absolutely tuned to him completely sensing his feelings, sensing his needs, overhearing his sometimes loud thoughts. Words never formed for them, but the bond between them often vibrated with the idea of things. He knew she was thinking of home when his heart clenched and he felt longings for the smell and sounds of a swamp he'd never visited. And he knew the love she felt for such things because sometimes it became his own unwittingly when he was having those feelings. It was the same for her when she saw a baby that made her heart swell because it reminded her of a sister she'd never had.

And so it was that Brig worked on his djed, his morphing, and Haeli easedropped on his feelings. He wasn't getting the color right, not by a long shot, and at first it confused her as to why it was so hard. She listened with her heart to his feelings even as she worked on getting the shape of his strong proud neck right, changing her own to match it. Something was off... something was not right at all.

Color. His eyesight. His ....

Then she knew and laughed out loud. She caught his hand, then a strand of his newly silkened hair, longer (and by Caihya she was proud of his ability to get that so fast) and held it out. She ran her fingers through it, and then looked up at him with a grin.

"Brig, is this how you see my hair color or is this how you think I see it?" She asked, the color an outrageous almost metallic green. She didn't have the heart to tell him how terribly off it was. But she did have enough sense to understand the problem. "Brig, copy it exactly. Each tone, each highlight, each shadow..." She released the morph she held on her own hair, loosing Brig's tight black curls and trading it in for her own normal color and texture. Now she was wearing Brigs face and neck with her own hair, and the sight was rather funny, regardless of how serious the lesson was. Picking up a strand of her own, she laid it beside the strand of his she held. "Don't try to make it how you think I see it. You won't ever know because your eyes don't work that way. But if you make it exactly the color you see it as you see it, then it will translate into what color it should be automatically. I... think...." She said, somewhat confused, but certain... nonetheless, that if he could match her hair for what he saw, then he'd translate it to what hers should be...

Right?

Haeli tilted her head, absolutely at a loss as to how to correct the problem if she wasn't right. Was it really a problem though? Couldn't Brig walk around as Haeli with an outrageous green hair color? If his white egret came out a brilliant scarlet because thats how his eyesight translated it... would that interfere with his flying? No... it wouldn't. Not at all.

Ozantha had been a merciless instructor, but her quest for perfection had made Haeli an excellent competent morpher. Did Brig have to be perfect? Was that required for survival? No... it wasn't. It shouldn't. Haeli looked thoughtful.

She dropped the metallic green hair and let her own strands fall free again. Brig could feel the acceptance in her heart, her understanding, her nod of approval. "Morphing isn't color dependent. It's the form you take that has such importance Brig. I don't care if you never get the color right. It doesn't matter. Not really." And if he walked around with outrageously colored hair, let him. It hurt nothing. She was not her mentor, no Ozantha that would make him sit there and do it for days until he got it exactly right. Brig was Brig and designed the way he was for a reason. Who as she to mess with the nature of things?

Haeli smiled, nodded, and then ran her thumbs over his eyebrows and down across his eyelids gently. "Forget about color for now, Brig. It's not important. It won't ever be important unless you want it to be. Not to me, at least. Concentrate on the shape. Try to do my brows and eyes... maybe even my nose." She said, letting the morphing she preformed on herself drop from her features so he could look at her true face and take the shapes from there if he needed them.

He couldn't know... just how proud she was of him changing his hair so quickly, even if the color was garish and outrageous. He'd do fine... more than fine, in the long run. And that, Haeli sensed, was something special because most kelvics were not what Brig was. He was a crafter, a thinker, an inventor who asked hard questions and solved problems. His mind was already a thing of wonder to her for she'd only really ever interacted with animals, plants, and an occasional Dhani.

She reached out, touched his shoulders, drew her hands down each of his arms and for a moment took his hands in hers. She let the link open up for a moment, wider than she'd ever consciously did before, and let her approval and love flow through. Those feelings were spiced with the wonder of how much he surprised and delighted her, and tempered with the respect and gratitude she felt for his presence.

"Go on Brig..." She said after a moment, wanting the lesson to continue. He wasn't tired yet and there as still so much more to learn. She released his hands and let him concentrate.

[Brig]

Brig’s world was awfully green. Whether it was daytime when things were less crisp, or night when he could see his way through the darkest of them much better than humans could, it made no difference. But if his world overflowed with every imaginable shade of green however subtle or bold, shadowed or bright...No red. Not a bit of it. He knew what red was. He knew that humans saw it, from its boldest to its subtlest undertones, different from him. His mother had stumbled upon his differences early and tried to teach him the best she could. It hadn’t been easy, she could no more see through his eyes than he could through hers. But he knew that the best apples to eat, the sweetest and juiciest ones, were the red ones. The ones that shined the most brilliant green of all. He couldn’t have explained it if he’d been asked, it was all he knew. Red at its boldest, was greener than any green ought to be, and was a color he didn’t often see in natural things…unless it was red. But he’d been taught, if only in a limited way and when he could see and compare, when he could study the shadows and undertones, the subtleties and brighter things…if he concentrated long and hard enough he could pick out the things which were closer to true as seen through a human’s eyes. Except that he’d never tried to reproduce it, not like this. When she laughed, his eyes fluttered open suddenly and he looked startled. Their bond was such that he knew she wasn’t laughing at him, but still his expression was a puzzled one even when he glanced down at the strand of hair she held in her hand. No, it wasn’t right, his frown indicated that much even when he looked back at her, into her eyes. She was wearing his hair, not hers, but he didn’t need to see it with his eyes to know it was wrong. ”How I see. But not,” he told her quietly, as if more affected by thoughts of disappointing her, than simply getting it wrong. But he was lost for how to explain. ”No. That’s not right. It’s not right at all. It’s…red. Too much red,” he uttered, but sounding not quite so sure now. When she released the morph on her own hair though, when she draped the strands side by side over her outstretched fingers, he could see where he’d gotten himself into trouble. He shook his head and looked up at her again. ”I was thinking about the way it looks when the light shines on it before sunset, or the firelight…But this isn’t gold or copper,” he said and glanced back at the bright green he’d produced. ”And it’s not red either, is it?” he wondered, but he knew it wasn’t. ”I can see it now.” Disappointing Haeli, it was as much a worry in his mind as failing to protect her. And he was sure if he tried, if he concentrated hard enough, he could get it right. It might take time and time again practicing at it, or he might never get it exactly right. For all the practice in the world he might produce subtler strands of lime green hair, moss colored rabbits or olive drab owls. But it wasn’t going to stop him trying, he determined, just as she let the strands drop. There was a determined set in his jaw, even as Brig smiled at her a little, then grinned, able to laugh at himself and how outlandish they both must look right now. Still, he wanted her to know that he saw what was true, even if he used more than his eyes to see it. ”My eyes are different, but I see you Haeli,” he said when he was looking into her face again. ”Your hair is the color of the wheat fields when sunlight comes over them in the late afternoon, when the breeze makes waves in brights and shadows. And your eyes are like mine, but better. They shine brighter.” She’d know what he was trying to say to her, even if he didn't quite know how to say it. He looked at her with his heart, past the places where his only his eyes could see. And she was the most beautiful creature he'd seen or known. The feelings that flowed openly to him through their bond, she’d feel his returned from the very depths of him. ”I need your eyes to help me,” he decided quietly, but it was nothing short of quiet determination, whether it would ultimately get him there or not. ”But I can do it, like you said, if I practice.” If it was even possible. But for now he’d keep his green locks, and concentrate instead on her eyes, her brows and maybe her nose. The brows and lashes would challenge him in a similar way to her hair. If not the shapes, curves and length, then at least the color. But now, he’d her face to look at and study, the shadows and highlights to compare. It was still a struggle, transforming what he saw into what he knew he was true. And what he produced, however well or poorly shaped, might still be a little green. But it would take more time, instead he concentrated on using his djed to change his eyes into hers, forming finely arched brows and even a nose more refined than his own.

[Haeli]

She felt him try, digging deep into himself and pulling out the djed, molding it across his features and with it molding his shape. It was a little thing, subtle, nothing anyone would claim for a real shapeshifter, but it was indeed a powerful first step. She was so incredibly proud that he could do it. Kelvics were strange creatures too her, an uncertainty she'd never ran across before coming to Lhavit. They were gifted with what they were gifted with, and that was that. Brig looked so human, but really he wasn't anything like the men of the city and as such she wasn't sure what his talents translated too.

So letting him try was harmless. Seeing him succeed, even crudely, was a triumphant.

And though his eyebrows reformed and reshaped roughly, she thought he did far better than she had done her first attempt to morph anything on her face unless her mind and memory was faulty. She let the connection widen, reached out and touched his newly formed eyebrows, and ran her fingers over them. He was copying her features, but in truth she'd given the way she looked very little thought over the years. She'd never been in competition with hers throughout her life.

"Brig, if eyes and eyebrows are too hard, which they are not the easiest thing I have ever learned, you can try something simpler... the shape of hands, even altering your fingernails... practicing little things make doing bigger things a whole lot easier." She added. "I'm not sure how to be a teacher. I do not know the ways other than how I have been taught, and while Ozantha's methods were effective, I would not adopt them as my own ever." She added, somewhat in explaination.

[Elysium]

Character: Haeli
XP:
Morphing +3
Observation +2

Lores:
Chastity
Sensuality and Djed
Pride in a Loved One
Raccoons Are Colorblind

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Character: Brig
XP:
Morphing +2
Observation +2

Lores:
Love Transcends the Kelvic Bond
Everything is the Fundamentally the Same
Red – Green Colorblindness: Not Conducive to Morphing

Other: This is a beautiful thread with equal amounts training and plot. Brig and Haeli have a fantastic bond, which made this very easy to read. Loved it.


and so, the journey continues...