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Originally Posted by goddess of ducks

The teenager walked through the woods, enjoying the temporary closeness he could feel to his mother. Vance walked slowly, hands in his pocket, right hand fingers fiddleing with the pocket knife drenched in rust. He looked at the ground as he walked, catching glimpses of the cream and blue grey head of his cat Clifford. He heard the sound of a stream not to far away and decided to make his way over to it, figuring that his feline companion might want something to drink. He walked between the trees, avoiding patches of sun. The summer like weather here at camp was sweltering, so the more he could stay in the trees the better. For the pure fun of it, Vance leaned over and shape shifted. His form took on that of a squirrel, catching his cat’s eye for a moment. Now lower to the ground, and senses more alert, Vance and his cat easily picked up the direction the stream. It wasn’t long before they came upon the trickling water, Vance and Clifford unaware of the blue haired nymph nearby.

Como shifted slightly, hearing someone near her. Well, it wasn't exactly a someone, more like a something. She moved herself to the middle of the stream, trying to figure out what it was. She only had control of the stream, nothing else. She didn't change how the stream was moving, maybe it was just an animal who needed something to drink. She moved soundlessly across the water, locating what appeared to be a cat and a squirrel. She simply stood there, moving back to the bank of the stream, watching quietly.