Hex is not very large, and there are areas that Malin doesn't venture into at all, or hasn't ventured into yet, at least. For once, that is positive, because it lets Corwin find her.
Or, rather, let her notice that he is out and about and apparently searching for something.
It's three in the morning already when she spots him for the third time, and this time is absolutely sure that he isn't doing something specific except for searching.
During the last days, she's always worked the same way - using the Protean discipline to not appear in her usual body except for feeding and sleep. Making frequent use of disciplines obviously also meant that she needed to feed more, but it still seemed to be the safest option. And it wasn't like re-integrating into society was a concern to keep in mind, so getting used to being a fox or an owl wasn't an issue.
The thought tasted bitter now. The last days hadn't been particularly kind on her mood. She'd managed to disentangle herself from most of her human needs back home, but this place made her sharply aware of them. Corwin had both helped and furthered the problem, the one simple amiable conversation making her realize just how much the need for sentient company was still there.
Corwin will have an owl swoop down and land on his head, quietly as the night. While he doesn't know that she can take this form, too, she hopes that he'll be able to deduct her identity correctly from just landing on people's heads being a really weird behaviour for an owl.
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Or, rather, let her notice that he is out and about and apparently searching for something.
It's three in the morning already when she spots him for the third time, and this time is absolutely sure that he isn't doing something specific except for searching.
During the last days, she's always worked the same way - using the Protean discipline to not appear in her usual body except for feeding and sleep. Making frequent use of disciplines obviously also meant that she needed to feed more, but it still seemed to be the safest option. And it wasn't like re-integrating into society was a concern to keep in mind, so getting used to being a fox or an owl wasn't an issue.
The thought tasted bitter now. The last days hadn't been particularly kind on her mood. She'd managed to disentangle herself from most of her human needs back home, but this place made her sharply aware of them. Corwin had both helped and furthered the problem, the one simple amiable conversation making her realize just how much the need for sentient company was still there.
Corwin will have an owl swoop down and land on his head, quietly as the night. While he doesn't know that she can take this form, too, she hopes that he'll be able to deduct her identity correctly from just landing on people's heads being a really weird behaviour for an owl.