Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

There was perhaps nothing more joyful than seeing a little creature such as this not only come to terms with it but also embrace an identity it previously lacked. The slime had a name now, it felt like someone. And Savia seemed to love it as well, jiggling about. It was adorable. Now if Thiya could stop looking like fear itself had entered their house that would be very helpful. The slime was like a child, formed by its surroundings even more so due to its nature, or so she figured. Thiya's fear could make the slime uncomfortable, not to mention it was bad manners. It was a wondrous experience to see the slime change, first rising up to Thiya's height. Of course, the young woman nearly stumbled back in response, her fear growing exponentially. Mother! she exclaimed, prompting her mother to glare at her. This is our guest, treat her like you would your own flesh and blood as she will be staying with us, she said. Thiya stared at her with a confused glance, but at least it distracted her from the slime's transformation. Still, it was wondrous for both to watch. Emaline was in awe, yet Thiya seemed somewhat horrified. The girl was making a copy of her and a bad one at that. The face was.....accurate but off just a little bit, though that was more a feeling than something she could put her finger on. Her body though....her body was an abomination. Thiya looked at her mother with disgust, so much so that Emaline had to intervene. She stood up, walking towards her daughter, putting her hand on her shoulder as she tried a more gentle approach. She seemed to like being gentle, as she had been somewhat uncomfortable issuing commands like before. Please...Thiya. This girl is part of a previously unknown species. She's lost, she doesn't feel like a person, she's lonely. Teaching her our language has given her so much joy, not to mention when I gave her a name. Please Thiya, she will be your adoptive sister for the time coming. Please help her feel like one of us, she appealed to her daughter, gesturing to Savia. Thiya looked up at the badly done copy of hers, looking much less fearful than before. In fact, she looked disappointed, disappointed of herself. Are you...really sure about this mother? she asked, prompting a nod from Emaline. Emaline hadn't been so sure about something in a long time. All her motherly instincts were practically screaming to give Savia a new home. Fine... she mumbled, taking a step forward to be closer to Savia. Her mother looked quite proud, though one couldn't be sure of whom as she approached the two, taking up a position next to them so she could see where the slime would nee some work. The copy was better than the first one but still needed some work. Try to pay attention to the eyebrows, lashes and hair, Emaline said with a gentle tone, gently touching each part on Thiya's body. The slime would notice that her eye blinked when Emaline touched the lashes, something that seemed like a reflex. Not only that but blinking, in general, was something the slime would have to learn if she wanted to pass as one of them. feel, she said, trying to explain the meaning of that word to the slime as she gently stroked the eyebrow. Feel them to change better. They are different. She knew that this was probably the most complicated task after realising that the reproductive organ was probably the easiest and not as hard as she had previously thought. It was important for the slime to realise the difference between the three types of hair the body had, as these would always be used. Or at least on Taracians.