Chimera Fields crawl

a wag of the tail and then a whine is acted out on her, instinct playing her like a puppet. the smell of home just gets closer, and closer and racharra hastily closes the distance just a bit more. heat swells across her face, and soon tears sear her cheeks, and racharra is forced to swallow through it. the nebet didn't dare speak, for she knew her mother is not a woman of words. neither was she, however.

and then, something poisons her delight. her mother is distant, but she's right here. in front of her eyes. this was no desert mirage. so why then does it feel like her mother is still so far away even as she inspects her?

racharra attempts to get a little closer, ducking low as if one wrong move would be a step too far. she couldn't tell what exactly her mother was feeling, she hasn't had to use only her body to speak in such a long time. instinct fails her, too. the brief moment she could look at zharille in the eyes has gone, and she returns to being a pleading pup in the body of a blossoming woman.