123rd Vhalar, 717
Following: this
Following: this
As she did that, Vega concentrated not on the movements but on moving. On the feeling of her body, of the heat at her heart and her core. Each movement became part of the whole, part of her. With each in breath, she felt herself pull in calmness, with each out breath she released previously held aggression, confusion, tension. It seemed very straightforward, to say that, but Vega was learning that there was nothing simple about it. The breathing she had practiced was key to this and she was just starting to consider the depth and complexity of what she was doing.
And there, in front of her, Vega saw her. Just a fleeting moment, maybe even her imagination, but there she was. Two things, neither of them fitting, but yet put together to make something else. The creature in the periphery of Vega's vision, just for a trill, was a multicoloured creature, like Vega's eyes her familiar had a range of colours. At first glance, it seemed to be a bird maybe. A bird of paradise with bright plumage, but it was obviously a rabbit. Or, more precisely, a Scalvoris flunny with wings for ears and on the body where the wings would be if it was a bird. In the brief glance she got of it, she could see that it was all feathered but with tufts of fur poking out here and there, the back legs were rainbow-feather rabbit legs, front legs much more tufty fur, but with feathers too. It was possibly the strangest looking thing that Vega had ever seen but, at the same time, as the vision flashed in front of her, she felt a draw to it. Like her soul was hurting, she supposed.
She blinked and it was gone, the vision which had pulled her to it. It wasn't here, but it was close. Very close. She could feel it, that pull was almost physical to her and Vega closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, aware that it had quickened in the moment. Yet she was sure, more sure than before that this meant, simply, that her familiar was here, on Scalvoris.
