[ Lee is the first to move of all three of them. The former lion is in shock, trying to get his breathing in order again, trying to figure out what just happened. ]
Rrrg? [ That's the noise he makes, surprised when Lee drapes his coat on his shoulders, a lion-sound stuck in a human throat. He looks up at the man, and though he's clearly bewildered, his eyes are as sharp as the lion's ever were in all their unnatural clarity.
Then he looks down and makes another nonhuman whuff! of surprise, and another, and several in succession, as he puts his hands out and stares at them, turning them over palm to back to palm again, patting all over himself in search of fur and armor and finding only skin, except for when he winds up with his hands tangled in his own overgrown hair (something of a mane in its own right), and finally winding up with a hand pressed to either cheek, eyes their widest yet when he finds his face.
It's almost comedic the way he looks back up at Lee then, hands still on his face, eyes disbelieving. It's a face that clearly asks, Is this real? ]
[Looking a little lost, but also rather like he's trying very hard not to smile, Lee crouches down next to him and pats his shoulder. Since the former lion isn't gonna talk just yet, he fills the silence. He's good at that.] Looks like that startled you as much as it did us, hey? Hope it didn't hurt too much, looked kinda uncomfortable, to me. But then, what do I know 'bout shape-shiftin', huh? Not a whole hell've a lot.
[Hester is creeping over now, herself, whiskers a-twitch and ears perked right up with curiosity.]
[ With a blink and another whuff, the former lion eventually manages a nod. Yes indeed that startled him, and doubly so was it uncomfortable! Blessed heavens, just all of a sudden--
He makes a face then and stretches, popping little cricks in his back and shoulders, and figuring out how to get his arms through the sleeves of Lee's jacket... though he almost seems to do it more for warmth and even the curiosity of just putting it on, rather than self-consciousness. And he's making little sounds to himself like he knows there's a voicebox in there and he can't remember how to work it and--
When Hester slinks over, he blinks down at her... and suddenly grins. He splays his hands on the ground to support himself as he bends over, and pops a smooch on her whiskered nose before chuffing sounds that start to sound a little more like laughing. ]
(( And I can't remember if touching a person's soul actually HURTS, but in this little fairytale headverse, Naoshi's more like a daemon, himself, and daemon-daemon contact was okay, right? XD ))
((nope, doesn't hurt, it's just rare as all hell and feels, well, like somebody touching your soul X3 in the end of the third book, Will and Lyra pet each other's daemons, and it's meant to be a good thing))
[Well, that's weird. Hester and Lee both freeze at the touch of human... ish... to daemon, but this is the lion who rescued Hester from danger, and who has had no qualms touching him thus far. So she twitches herself out of the shock first and snorts at him.] Takin' liberties, now, are we, feller? [But she obviously doesn't sound like she minds so much.
Lee shakes his head, to clear it, and asks,] Don't suppose you got a name, there, son? Or r'member how to say it? Or should I just keep babblin' to fill the silence?
Since you're so good at it, [Hester quips, and hops up onto the former lion's knee, making Lee twitch a little, but he's rapidly getting used to it.]
[ While man and hare look surprised, the former lion just sits and makes his laughing sounds, transitioning rapidly from his own shock at his transformation to glee at everything being fixed again -- not just Lee and Hester, but him too!
He grins between the two of them, amber eyes large and sparkling and little different from when they'd sat in a too-intelligent lion face instead, and when Lee asks his question, the former lion licks his lips and gives the attempt his complete focus. He chuffs and whuffs and rolls various vowel-sounds around his mouth, he knows his name because even though it's been forever he never let himself forget it, because his name is important and his name is--]
Nnn. Nuh. Shee. Now. Now-shee. [ And triumphantly: ] Naoshi!
[To Lee, it sounds more like a daemon-name than a person-name, but then, he's from Texas. He's heard some weirder, though he's not actually been to his world's version of Japan before.] Well, it's a right pleasure, mister Now-shee. [Check it out, he gets it wrong :B ] I'd introduce us, but I figure you know our names by now?
I'd sure hope so, [Hester adds, nonchalantly grooming her ears from Naoshi's lap.] After all this time playin' partner to our little duo, here, I'd be surprised t'hear what he doesn't know.
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Un~un! [ It's a nonsense sound, yet clearly one of agreement. He throws one hand up on Lee's shoulder, and his other completely over the smaller Hester's. He's not quite human, not quite daemon; he was made something different, but what was okay when he was lionshaped doesn't feel bad just because he's humanshaped.
He's so eager to say the words that they slur out rather poorly formed compared to his name. ]
[Lee's still a little awkward with all this touching, but Hester, the one being touched, is much easier with it all-- then again, she's the one who's the better judge of such things, anyway. She chuckles, and he agrees,] That's right. C'mon, now, Now-shee. Let's see if we can get us someplace where you can get some clothes, and you can work on tellin' us just what happened. [He claps the once-lion on the shoulder, and then climbs to his feet again and offers Naoshi a hand up.]
[ With Lee's help (and Hester safely cleared from his lap, of course), Naoshi wobbles upright. Woah, two legs! Okay, okay, he did this once, he can do it again, he-- he's going to hang on Lee's elbow, just to be safe.
He holds the man's jacket shut with one hand, for warmth, kicking free of the pelt and disintegrating armor at his feet. He doesn't need that shell anymore and won't miss it. ]
[Being support is just fine with Lee. After all Naoshi's done for him, thus far, he can certainly help him a little! He looks amused, though, at Naoshi's contempt for the lionskin, as they start off towards the last village they'd left, not long ago.] Don't wanna keep it for a souvenir?
Rrrg? [ That's the noise he makes, surprised when Lee drapes his coat on his shoulders, a lion-sound stuck in a human throat. He looks up at the man, and though he's clearly bewildered, his eyes are as sharp as the lion's ever were in all their unnatural clarity.
Then he looks down and makes another nonhuman whuff! of surprise, and another, and several in succession, as he puts his hands out and stares at them, turning them over palm to back to palm again, patting all over himself in search of fur and armor and finding only skin, except for when he winds up with his hands tangled in his own overgrown hair (something of a mane in its own right), and finally winding up with a hand pressed to either cheek, eyes their widest yet when he finds his face.
It's almost comedic the way he looks back up at Lee then, hands still on his face, eyes disbelieving. It's a face that clearly asks, Is this real? ]
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[Hester is creeping over now, herself, whiskers a-twitch and ears perked right up with curiosity.]
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He makes a face then and stretches, popping little cricks in his back and shoulders, and figuring out how to get his arms through the sleeves of Lee's jacket... though he almost seems to do it more for warmth and even the curiosity of just putting it on, rather than self-consciousness. And he's making little sounds to himself like he knows there's a voicebox in there and he can't remember how to work it and--
When Hester slinks over, he blinks down at her... and suddenly grins. He splays his hands on the ground to support himself as he bends over, and pops a smooch on her whiskered nose before chuffing sounds that start to sound a little more like laughing. ]
(( And I can't remember if touching a person's soul actually HURTS, but in this little fairytale headverse, Naoshi's more like a daemon, himself, and daemon-daemon contact was okay, right? XD ))
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[Well, that's weird. Hester and Lee both freeze at the touch of human... ish... to daemon, but this is the lion who rescued Hester from danger, and who has had no qualms touching him thus far. So she twitches herself out of the shock first and snorts at him.] Takin' liberties, now, are we, feller? [But she obviously doesn't sound like she minds so much.
Lee shakes his head, to clear it, and asks,] Don't suppose you got a name, there, son? Or r'member how to say it? Or should I just keep babblin' to fill the silence?
Since you're so good at it, [Hester quips, and hops up onto the former lion's knee, making Lee twitch a little, but he's rapidly getting used to it.]
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He grins between the two of them, amber eyes large and sparkling and little different from when they'd sat in a too-intelligent lion face instead, and when Lee asks his question, the former lion licks his lips and gives the attempt his complete focus. He chuffs and whuffs and rolls various vowel-sounds around his mouth, he knows his name because even though it's been forever he never let himself forget it, because his name is important and his name is--]
Nnn. Nuh. Shee. Now. Now-shee. [ And triumphantly: ] Naoshi!
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I'd sure hope so, [Hester adds, nonchalantly grooming her ears from Naoshi's lap.] After all this time playin' partner to our little duo, here, I'd be surprised t'hear what he doesn't know.
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He's so eager to say the words that they slur out rather poorly formed compared to his name. ]
Lee! An' Hester! Muh frens!
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He holds the man's jacket shut with one hand, for warmth, kicking free of the pelt and disintegrating armor at his feet. He doesn't need that shell anymore and won't miss it. ]
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