Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

Emaline nodded reassuringly as the girl tried to evaluate what she'd been told. The girl must understand that whatever had happened Emaline was only curious. She didn't even know if she was supposed to understand in the way she did. This girl was perhaps many things but no killer, surely! She gently released her from her hug, no longer leaning forward in her seat so that the girl could stand up. She wondered what the girl was going to show her. Whatever she had in mind, however, wasn't coming close to what the girl actually had in mind. Maybe she should have thought her question over she realised when she watched the girl turn a bile green. Her eyes widened as she tried to grasp the table for some kind of hold, nearly falling off the back of the seat in the process. Her reaction was perhaps understandable, but not very composed with her breath accelerated as she stood up, grasping the seat to pull it away from the girl so she had room to work with. Old legends of shapeshifters, tales to scare your children if they didn't behave, they didn't quite measure up to the reality of things. Her expression was as much wonder as it was shock watching that...creature changes its shape, yet speak perfectly in every form. The seat was a near perfect copy, the person was...good but the anatomy was off, perhaps due to the distance or angle. Still, it was an incredible display. Just because this girl wasn't able to transform into a human shape yet didn't mean she couldn't teach her. Wait, was she actually considering teaching this thing? It was dangerous. The drawing made a lot more sense now, but the way it recounted them made her think that the...slime would be more accurate, only realised what she had done afterwards. That was the whole plot, wasn't it? Emaline wasn't entirely aware what happened, attributing it to a bout of self-reflection after the act rather than obtaining an entirely new consciousness, but she was still right in thinking that the slime regretted what it did and didn't know what it was. Its sad voice and the way it pointed around with that little tendril only underlined her theory. Well...they lived in a world filled with the most wondrous creatures, mermaids, taurs, humanoids of all shapes and colours. There was no reason why there shouldn't be...'semi-solids' as well. She realised she'd made quite a fool of herself, nearly throwing over that seat, pulling it away, looking frightened. It was her one should be shocked about, not the poor little thing in front of her. Calmly grabbing the seat she had previously put away, she slid it forward, a little closer than before slowly sitting down, making sure that her smile was calm and her demeanour non-threatening. Once she had adjusted herself a little, she gently outstretched her arm, slowly so that the slime wouldn't feel threatened, before gently starting to pet the back slope of the creature a little. Slowly at first, she soon tried to cover a little more area, not knowing what the slime liked since it was equally gelatinous everywhere. She mainly tried to transmit her warmth, something that seemed to have calmed the slime before. I'm a person, Emaline is my name, she said, hoping the slime would understand. Do you want a name? she asked, trying to figure out a way to tell her what she meant. But the way she pronounced it and the 'you' and 'name' should probably be indicator enough.