Gained a willow tree. [Open]

[ofcatsandfate]

For once, he's initiated his shapeshifting himself, the way he used to before that damn curse. He changed into a set of shifting clothes, Underarmor mostly, and charmed his necklace to be able to hold an extra set of clothes. He sets off from his house at a run, exhilarating in the morning dew against the pounding of his hooves and the beating of his heart. He breathes in the air, gradually transforming from summer sweetness into the full spice of autumn. This morning is beautiful; sunshine pouring through the trees as though they were windows stained with glass. Surrounded as he is by mostly quiet, the woods turn into something of his own cathedral like this.

Fabrice doesn't know how long he runs for; he listens with a deer's instincts as he meanders through the forest, surely out of sight of anyone who could recognize him for what he is.

When he does stop, he finds himself in a meadow near the edge of town, framed by tall grass and flowers. He chooses that moment to turn back into himself, quickly gathering both the clothes he'd packed and the picnic breakfast he'd prepared with what little skills he has in that way.

He flops with little ceremony into the grass, leaning back on his elbows to take a sip of coffee and exalt in the glorious day before him.

[OOC: Feel free to have had your pup see Fabrice running as a day/shifting. A really great time to meet him, actually. Set to this morning and open to all! ST/LT welcome. :3]

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[lesparker]

Keeping his mind off his powers has proved a complicated thing in recent weeks. No matter how much he would love to revisit the powerful spell he had used to recover April's powers from that witch, in the back of his mind, Les knows that he shouldn't...that something about the magic had been dark in nature. However, knowing that and forgetting it are two very separate things, and no matter what he does want to do the spell again. When he'd held that much power in his hands, he'd felt invincible...

But he is trying not to dwell on it...and now that Lara has her memories back, he has less work to concentrate on so he's decided to take Ariel out into the woods for a walk. Maybe the fresh air will do him some good. They've just come upon a meadow, where Ariel happily scampers into the high grass and begins to chow down, and he follows after her. Only to find himself face to face with a deer...

A deer that quickly shifts into a man.

"Hm," Les says looking at the man drinking coffee.

[ofcatsandfate]

Fabrice is caught up in the serene, morning air and the warmth of his coffee; alone in the woods, or so he assumes, he allows himself to relax. Which, considering his past experiences with magic and woods, seems rather dumb. But he doesn't car. Fabrice just wants to relax and not have to think for awhile.

Which is, of course, the moment he hears a distant 'hm.'

He turns, and jumps up when he catches sight of the other man in the clearing. And a wombat?

"Oh hello," he manages an awkward wave. "Didn't see you there."

[lesparker]

"No, I didn't see you either. Given moments ago you looked a deer," Les tells him with a smirk. He recognizes Fabrice from around town, but then again Fabrice was a Coombs. Given his family name it isn't hard to recognize him. They were kind of infamous in Siren Cove. He reaches down to swoop up Ariel from the ground as she huddled between his feet. She is often suspicious of strangers, or really anyone that isn't Les, and he doesn't want to let her any closer.

"You can shift?" Les asks curiously. It's something his magic doesn't allow him to do. Unfortunately.

[silent_key]

Adam's doctor has all but ordered him to walk. She would prefer if he were to agree to swimming, but she's the only person besides the occasional nurse who has seen the burn scars on his body and he'd very much like to keep it that way, so he'd refused swimming and instead promised he would walk.

It's important to keep the muscles moving, she'd told him, to encourage blood flow to the skin grafts and he hates everything about it so much, but he does want to heal. So he's walking.

The problem with walking is that it gives him too much time to think, so he'd loaded his phone with the loudest, most complicated music he could find to drown out his thoughts and it's because of the music he nearly trips over the man lying in the grass. There's a searing pain down his side as he catches himself and he grits his teeth before tugging the earbuds free.

"Sorry," he says, his voice a little shorter than he means it to be, so he pauses and takes a deep breath and waits for the pain to fade. Then he tries again. "I'm sorry. I didn't kick you, did I?"