Halcyon HeadgamesLight played on the iridescent feathers of the Kingfisher mask. The huge, dark glass eyes looked strange. An enticing danger, a challenge. Or mockery?
Nico shook her head and looked around her room. It was small, the mask was bulky, and she was foolish for not re-selling it. Though she wasn't so short on either cash or space she couldn't afford a bit of sentimentality. That was all there was to it. Right?
There were people in town she could consult to find out if the mask was enchanted or haunted. But quite apart from the cost, she didn't want to. She was quite sure the feeling of being someone slightly different when wearing it was all in her head. It was the same in other situations where she had to, or wanted to, pretend.
And if she was wrong? Well, it would be rude poking into the mind of anything with a personality, particularly if you liked him. It. Whatever.
That was a better reason than, I like the little thrill of this doubt.
Transitional PeriodThe moon tugged on Daaren's attention. Around this time of the month, time seemed to slow, and the world to come closer, right under his skin.
It is... peaceful, he told himself.
Though part of that might be just that most of the others had already changed and left over the last few days, first of all the youngsters, who wanted to roam longer and further. When the topic had come up, Daaren had volunteered to take over some of their work. It had surprised Marrik, who was more used to rebukes for lack of responsibility from him, but a moody reply of, "You feed yourselves, it saves work here", had shut him up, and kept him from badgering Daaren about reasons.
Another night until full moon. Maybe I can manage another night.
Daaren woke up well before dawn, sore and restless. Resisting the change wasn't worth the effort any more, so he went outside, and gave in. The aches got worse as his muscles and bones stretched and shifted - like teething all over your body, he'd hear