Talia watched Nic for only a moment, as he shuffled off toward sa tree to see his clothing piled around his feet. Nudity, while it might not be anything Nic was used to at that moment, was simply an aspect of their lives that meant little to the lot of them. Talia saw little of it, cared about none of it, even as she sat herself down and covered what need be for the comfort of the others, it meant very little in her mind. It was his words, however, that she focused on. The tipping of her lips was a soft thing that wandered to one side in a lopsided and faint expression that dipped her chin a bit and focused her on the ground between them. Thoughtful, as if she were looking for some proof of it there, resting in the grass like bugs made of energy.
“The fae wind tightly around the forests, but it’s not magic at all you feel,”
When her gaze returned then, it was golden and pale. A shining beacon of light dictated by the pull of the moon, something she had far better control over than Nic did, or would for whiles. Richard sat quietly and off to her side, his attention was on the others, keeping an eye on them all over the bond and making sure their largely untried omega was handling herself okay.
“What you feel, is life,” stated simply but with the same air of magic in her voice that a child might exude in the moments right before they burst down the stairs on Christmas morning. An awe that never went away, though it was largely tied to this place as its life here was raw and unfettered by the world around it. “You’re now a part of it, the raw of life and its ever flowing energy. It’ll be faint in the city, but out here…,” her smile spread then, a soft thing that would see her chin ducked again and the moment after, to grow silent and gentle. She needn’t finish the thought, the forest did it for her as it wrapped around them and saw Nic to his knees.
Talia wouldn’t move, though her watch over Nic was intent and focused, his shift an important moment and she’d not see him stuck in it or battling against it. Richard’s form would shift quickly after, pacing away and sat beside a tree a handful of feet away, a guardian that was better suited for countering a feline that Talia was with her opposable thumbs yet. Her own shift would come eventually, but for now she watched, her voice might be needed to cut through the chaos.
It was a difficult thing to watch, the first few shifts of any young shifter. A long process where her own was nearly instantaneous, a few dozen seconds where Nic’s was minutes of snapping and popping, of a body rearranging itself from the inside out, to form the powdery, snowy white hue of his speckled form. He was a feline better suited for the snow, though when he stood there in the middle of the clearing, on his own and of his own volition, it was with everything like pride that Talia offered the full brunt of her smile. A quickly shifting thing that flashed her teeth for a moment.
Richard neared, a foot or two, his towering tawny hide something intimidating just to look at, though she’d stop him before he did himself. Stayed him there as Nic approached. His presence was nothing challenging, the feline behind her eyes seemed nothing bothered as he slipped up beside to see his cheek rubbed against her own. His paws would be shaky for a bit though her fingers were nothing tentative when her knuckles swept over his cheek and smoothed under his chin.
Her voice was soft, fingertips running the line from the velvet of his nose, up along the space between his eyes to his forehead.
A soft huff against her shoulder and her other hand would ruffle Richard’s ears as he slipped beside her, bumping head into Nic’s hip on the way by, chin resting gently over the top of him in a display of dominance she’d roll her eyes at before he chuffed softly in calling to see Nic follow.
In his wake Talia would take her half a minute and slip into another skin entirely.
Small and spotted, she was hardly anything more intimidating than she usually was then. A stretch would see the leopard to her feet, jaws parting and tongue curling in a yawn that sounded a gruff noise from the back of the throat. Her mind reached out to Nic’s then, a soft thing as the feline moved, wide golden eyes watching the paler of the trio. It was soothing mention across the bond, a quiet hum that sounded like a lullaby in the ears. It soothed even as the leopard neared, curious and also needed then—
Jaw parting again and Talia soothed even as the sharp of her teeth moved to grasp hold of Nic’s neck, her form pushing against his shoulder in a need to see him down against the ground, and of his own volition once more. A need for him to submit and agree to her reign in his furred form. It was pushing and demanding, but nothing rough that saw him tossed. A pressure applied to see him cede and accepting.