Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul (war_prince) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-09-26 11:57:00 |
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Who: Elfangor and OPEN
What: Staring at the grass
When: Morning
Where: The park
Warnings: None yet
Elfangor, or Al Fangor as he was known in this human form, was sitting on a bench in the park, soaking in the sun. He was barefoot, his feet planted firmly in the grass, and he was staring intently at his feet. Had he been in his natural Andalite form, he could have eaten the grass through his hooves. He still wasn't entirely used to having a mouth again. He also missed his whip-like Andalite tail with its scythe blade on the end. He felt so exposed, so weak and helpless as a human. How humans survived was still beyond him.
In a way, it was nice to be back in the human form he'd kept while he lived on Earth a few years ago. The technology had advanced, as evidenced by the PDA he'd been given upon arrival, but it was still light years behind Andalite technology. And he could spend time with his son in public. A giant blue centaur-like figure was bound to stick out walking down the street. But he still missed Loren, his wife. He had no idea what had happened to her. Even if he saw her walking down the street right now, she wouldn't remember him. The Ellimist had made sure of that when he'd wiped her memory.
So Elfangor just continued to stare at his bare feet, wishing he could taste the grass again.