[He has the presence of the Celestials she once lived with. More wings, and not from his head, but the aura is undoubtedly similar, divine and heavenly. She's caught herself wondering at him, although, unlike herself, not intruding in his personal bubble just yet. He makes her miss children she won't ever be able to see again. Miss them more, rather. Mothers have their hearts moving on the outside of their bodies, so it's impossible not to miss those who've been taken from her.
Perhaps she'll also exude a paralleling sensation. She was the god, the First, Mother of All That Is, who encouraged all life into existence, where she'd been before. Nothing small time. Preoccupied as she is in her observation, she doesn't seem to notice or be all that bothered by the gaggle of slimes that have been drawn to her, piling over her so that all that can really be seen of her is her fuzzy head and her legs, laying on the floor. She almost looks like a balloon animal.
Fond of all life, she hasn't the heart to chase them off yet, but she can easily see that he's not enjoying himself. So she stands, and tries to throw those hanging onto her free of her fur, and they do stretch outwards with the rapid shake she gives, only to spring back into place. Well. First things first. With a kind of daintiness, she steps through his slimy fans, and with some hope that he won't move back, she raises half-haphazardly on her hind legs to catch the pink one with her teeth.
But this is a bad plan. It wants to hold onto him, and sticky as it is, it holds onto her mouth, some of its form stretching away with her when she tugs. She panics, because it's almost like gum on white hair and whiskers, and suddenly she's partly thrown herself to the floor to paw her muzzle, torn between growling or whining, she produces a noise that sounds like both.]
slimes.
Perhaps she'll also exude a paralleling sensation. She was the god, the First, Mother of All That Is, who encouraged all life into existence, where she'd been before. Nothing small time. Preoccupied as she is in her observation, she doesn't seem to notice or be all that bothered by the gaggle of slimes that have been drawn to her, piling over her so that all that can really be seen of her is her fuzzy head and her legs, laying on the floor. She almost looks like a balloon animal.
Fond of all life, she hasn't the heart to chase them off yet, but she can easily see that he's not enjoying himself. So she stands, and tries to throw those hanging onto her free of her fur, and they do stretch outwards with the rapid shake she gives, only to spring back into place. Well. First things first. With a kind of daintiness, she steps through his slimy fans, and with some hope that he won't move back, she raises half-haphazardly on her hind legs to catch the pink one with her teeth.
But this is a bad plan. It wants to hold onto him, and sticky as it is, it holds onto her mouth, some of its form stretching away with her when she tugs. She panics, because it's almost like gum on white hair and whiskers, and suddenly she's partly thrown herself to the floor to paw her muzzle, torn between growling or whining, she produces a noise that sounds like both.]