Namir would not have blamed Blue Eyes for his lack of faith – she hardly had any in herself. What’s more, she didn’t have much in complete strangers, either. She was grateful the man didn’t question (or worse, argue with her), but he was given a nod at most. Effusive praise was well beyond her style.
Once they were both soaked from nose to toes, she slunk back to a sandy, muddy patch not too far from Elias’. It wasn’t completely ideal, but it was summer, they were on a lake, and sand was just part of that. It would do the trick, it just wouldn’t last as long. She wasn’t really sure why that made her a little sad, but. It did.
Oh well. That would pass.
Dropping first to her knees, and then all the way down, Namir lowered her body into the moist earth and began to roll. First was her sides, and then her back, legs sticking straight up and waving wildly as she wriggled back and forth, careful to coat every last in she could. When she stood, she was a dark, grungy brown – no longer the tawny shrike she’d been before. She grinned. “See? Don’t smell like nothin’ but lake whater now,” she whispered. “Guess this is it, though. I’ll ah…be seein’ you, I guess.”
And then she paused, looking thoughtful for a moment before walking over to boop their noses in the briefest touch. “Smell ya later, Blue Eyes. Hah!”Not a bad pun, that one. Not at all.