[Chalk this up as a new experience in his (admittedly rather short) lifetime.
The surprise of seeing what seems to be a incorporeal lion, coming to life in a burst of brilliant light, would be keener in different circumstances. Circumstances in which he were home, on the streets of Detroit where such abilities certainly did not exist, not a member of the Circle, surrounded by individuals with equally strange abilities. And yet it’s still unexpected, and Connor’s eyes cannot help but widen a little in surprise — a magnificent sight; it looks like a stoic kind of guardian, unbothered by the Storm thundering and brewing miles away.
He doesn’t say anything at first. To Connor’s credit, he’s not entirely useless as she tries to prop him up on the lion, managing to shift his balance so that he is astride it, leaning forward with his face practically in its mane. His fingers grasp at fur, tightly.]
I can sufficiently hold on, I think.
[But that seems so… secondary now to the questions in his head, despite the warning flashing in his eyes and the unusual weight of his limbs.]
Is this… yours? [The lion, he means. He doesn’t know how else to properly phrase that question.]
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The surprise of seeing what seems to be a incorporeal lion, coming to life in a burst of brilliant light, would be keener in different circumstances. Circumstances in which he were home, on the streets of Detroit where such abilities certainly did not exist, not a member of the Circle, surrounded by individuals with equally strange abilities. And yet it’s still unexpected, and Connor’s eyes cannot help but widen a little in surprise — a magnificent sight; it looks like a stoic kind of guardian, unbothered by the Storm thundering and brewing miles away.
He doesn’t say anything at first. To Connor’s credit, he’s not entirely useless as she tries to prop him up on the lion, managing to shift his balance so that he is astride it, leaning forward with his face practically in its mane. His fingers grasp at fur, tightly.]
I can sufficiently hold on, I think.
[But that seems so… secondary now to the questions in his head, despite the warning flashing in his eyes and the unusual weight of his limbs.]
Is this… yours? [The lion, he means. He doesn’t know how else to properly phrase that question.]