Twenty-Third Strike - [Action]

[not_klonoa]

[Today, in the brush close to the forest, a very small, furry, white creature is playing. It's a baby polar bear. The little bear rolls around on the ground and grass, paws reaching for its feet, which are waving in the air. It seems to want to grab them, or what's on the bottom of them

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[goldenfirefly]

[Stella was just passing by to go to the general store, and once she saw that polar bear rolling around making squeaking noises and trying to reach its feet...

Well. Who cares about the potential danger of calling attention to a bear cub; she still has to gape slightly and raise a hand to her lips. o... omg so cute...]

[pawpadsomg]

[Presea blinks and sniffs at the air curiously. She flails her arms and legs a little bit, then rolls over onto her belly. Someone was there, and she could smell and hear them. Once righted, Presea stares back at Stella quietly from her spot on the grass.]

[goldenfirefly]

[... And now it's looking at her. Stella simply stares dumbly for a few seconds, until she lowers her hand to smile and kneel down to get at a closer level with the cub.]

Hello.

[pawpadsomg]

[She doesn't move just yet, just in case this person wasn't as friendly as she seemed, but Presea lifts her head a little bit to answer back.]

...Hello.

[goldenfirefly]

[That smile of hers grows, and she lifts her head a bit to see the wings on its back. ... Awww. So it's a resident here! Sorta.

Stella holds out a hand, just in an offer to sniff it.]

Are you new here?

[pawpadsomg]

[Presea stares at Stella's hand, lifting her head just a little bit before timidly approaching. She won't sniff it - she's not a real animal - but she touches her nose very quickly to the very tips on Stella's fingers before moving away to sit on her furry little rump.]

No. I have been kidnapped...and returned in a form that is not my own. [Though she doesn't seem too upset by this, and is prodding one of her pawpads from one paw with the other. S-So squishy...! ♥♥♥]

[goldenfirefly]

[... Oh. Oh. Stella certainly looks surprised at first, but... Well, stranger things have happened in Luceti.

Upon studying the bear a little more, she sits and gets herself in a comfortable position, then smiles and tilts her head a bit.]

You don't seem to be complaining about it.

[pawpadsomg]

[Presea sits up as well, and looks down at her forepaws, touching one little claw to the squashy flesh of her paw pads. If she could smile, she would be, but the little stump of a tail she had wiggles only just.]

I have endured worse. This form...I will grow accustom to it.