So much time had passed, and yet it was all the same. Still this form that she was pretty certain would forever be foreign to her. Still the memories of her ancestors and the Heart of Atlantis embedded into her core. And mostly, still the feeling that its power did not entirely return to the primal crystal, the life source of her people. However, Kida had adapted. Walking on four paws hadn't actually been as hard to get used to as one might've guessed, bless the hunting techniques she had once mastered. Hunting with her own hands, however, had proved to be much more of a challenge. Still, she adapted.
Such did not mean she did not long to return. Her new life had been a very lonesome one so far, most of the encounters with other lions being sporadic and never with the same. Some had, in fact, reported the same feeling of shapeshift as her, which cemented the idea that, while defending her homeland, something happened. Something dire and mysterious. However, if such was the case, why had no one else come? Where was Milo?
The night was falling as she dwelled on such matters once more, looking at her reflection on the still mirror of the oasis lake. Kida had attempted to find ruins of her people at the desert's edge, hoping the beach would hold answers, but to no avail. Now, she paused at the last oasis before reaching the grasslands, the scent of greenery carried by the cool nightly breeze as the stars began to tint the darkening sky. Like a star of it's own, her crystal's light was reflected as well, casting a blueish sheen to the area around her as she rested on her haunches, tailfeathers swaying slowly to the wind.
