Joining Hands Along the Horizon: A Tale of Unlikely Friendship

As we sit together on a grey boulder, overlooking the unsettling lake, it's hard to believe that just half an hour ago, this moment was unimaginable. Saga, once a stranger knocking on my window, now sits by my side, her very presence glowing with an otherworldly aura.

The gesture I made to encompass her newness from head to toe feels clumsy and embarrassing in my mouth. Had she picked it up deliberately, or did she do it on instinct? The tilt of her head is a subtle clue, reminding me of the avian precision that now defines her features. The step from there to understanding what she wants - do I want you, or do I want to be you? - feels too small.

Saga's shy smile flashes sharp teeth, and I can't help but notice the fangs and claws that now adorn her hands. Her face and neck remain pale, yet shadowed by sooty veins that seem to spread across her skin like a dark grey tint. The transformation is subtle yet undeniable, a testament to the power of change.

As we gaze out at the agitated lake surface, I can't help but feel reeling from having Saga here, when I hadn't seen her in nearly eight months. It's an anxious moment for both of us, but one that brings us closer together. The eerie green sky and dark winged things wheeling in the distance only add to the unease, yet we sit in silence, our hands clasped together along the horizon.

Joining hands with Saga is a reminder that even in the most unexpected moments, connection can be forged. As we sit here, suspended between worlds, I realize that sometimes it's the most unlikely friendships that bring us closer to understanding ourselves and each other.

Joining hands along horizon