[Nikolai turns at the sound of hooves raining on the ground, in time to see her erupting from the treeline nearby. As Konoha approaches, he notes the changes in her appearance. A unicorn, he realizes. How very fitting.
His own changes are more drastic: turquoise leathery wings folded at his back, a scaled and spiny tail trailing on the ground behind him. Delicate horns curling back from his temples, sharp black claws curling from the tips of his fingers. He has had to invest in a very specifically tailored wardrobe to accommodate his monthly transformation. His shirt is backless to allow for his wings, his trousers designed with fastenings in back for his tail. His shoes are a size larger to leave room for his claws. And all the blue-green splashed over his body certainly limits his palette....
Grinning at Konoha as she arrives at the door, he comments:]
I thought unicorns only allowed pure maidens in their presence.
[And he is neither of those things, he would like to point out.
With his keen eyes, he does of course notice the oblong package cradled in her arms — cradled with the tight sort of carefulness that indicates she would prefer to shield it from view entirely. He has...an idea of what it might be. The shape of the box and the fragrant ball decorating her tail provide interesting clues. But he will pretend that he hardly notices it, and he's quite an excellent pretender!]
Whatever you've made, it smells delicious, Konoha.
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His own changes are more drastic: turquoise leathery wings folded at his back, a scaled and spiny tail trailing on the ground behind him. Delicate horns curling back from his temples, sharp black claws curling from the tips of his fingers. He has had to invest in a very specifically tailored wardrobe to accommodate his monthly transformation. His shirt is backless to allow for his wings, his trousers designed with fastenings in back for his tail. His shoes are a size larger to leave room for his claws. And all the blue-green splashed over his body certainly limits his palette....
Grinning at Konoha as she arrives at the door, he comments:]
I thought unicorns only allowed pure maidens in their presence.
[And he is neither of those things, he would like to point out.
With his keen eyes, he does of course notice the oblong package cradled in her arms — cradled with the tight sort of carefulness that indicates she would prefer to shield it from view entirely. He has...an idea of what it might be. The shape of the box and the fragrant ball decorating her tail provide interesting clues. But he will pretend that he hardly notices it, and he's quite an excellent pretender!]
Whatever you've made, it smells delicious, Konoha.