(New Human form Ref)
Sevella had to admit, this plan wasn’t all that well thought-through.
The clothing she was wearing felt itchy and uncomfortable; she wasn’t used to being confined like this, and she had to stop to pluck at the blue striped t-shirt and dark brown shorts she’d manage to snag from a nearby human’s clothing line. The shorts were too big, and they kept slipping down her hips, and they made walking awkward. The shirt was a size too small, and felt constraining and confining. She let out a low growl as she plucked again at the shirt that rode up her stomach, not realizing she’d picked out a teen shirt and a pair of men’s shorts (But how exactly could she have known? She’d never been to the human’s city or village before). The scent of the city were all intermingled and confusing, and the sights and sounds were overwhelming. More than once she’d had to clap her hands over her sensitive ears to keep out the noise around her.
She’d received no small amount of odd looks from passerby (not to mention the unnoticed leers of the men who found the teen shirt she wore highly appealing), but she didn’t dare ask them for directions. She doubted they’d know where Sage and Cye lived anyway. Growling to herself, Sevella lifted her head and scented the air, sifting through the various city smells and searching for the ones she wanted. Silently, Sevella reflected that maybe keeping Sage and Cye in the dark about a visit from her wasn’t the best idea; if they’d known, they could’ve given her directions. Or warned her about the strange things she’d encounter in their village. She couldn’t imagine anyone living in such huge huts, or the way the metal contraptions that appeared to have swallowed whole families zoomed about on something that vaguely resembled crushed rocks.
The sidewalk was hot on her bare feet, but she was used to things like that, so she didn’t pay it much mind. When she passed a hot dog vendor, she stopped to sniff the meat, lips curling in distaste when she realized that it wasn’t anything resembling the meat she was used to. It was some sort of weird human food, and she turned up her nose at it as she continued on her way, catching the faint, familiar scent of Sage nearby. He smelled like the forest, and flowers and so distinctly familiar that it wasn’t hard for her to zone in on him. She bypassed a gawking, whispering group of teenagers, who pointed at her tattoos and then at her shirt as if it was the oddest thing they’d ever seen, and continued down the street until she came to a large building. It looked like all the others; cold, lifeless, and empty. But upon closer inspection, she found that there were little platforms, much like the ones in the trees at home, settled on the sides of the building, and on those platforms, various people, and items sat or went about their business, oblivious to their surroundings.
And upon one of those platforms, Sevella could distinctly see the back of a familiar blonde head. She gave another sniff to assure herself that it was, indeed Sage, before she looked around for something to get his attention. Spying a bit of gravel near the stoop of the apartments, Sevella gathered them into her hand, and proceeded to climb up on top of the bolted down, city garbage can, standing on her tiptoes and reeling back with her arm, before hurling one of the rocks towards the platform. With a loud ‘clunk’ it hit the wood of the balcony and bounced off. “Sage!” she cried exuberantly, earning a few stares and curious looks, as well as leers and lecherous smiles, from the passerby as she bounced and waved and threw another rock. This one was aimed perfectly, and not only bounced off of Sage’s head, but bounced along the balcony and made quite a bit of racket. “Sage, Sage! It’s me! I came to see you! How do I get up there?” She giggled to herself, suppressing a bark of excitement; he would be so happy to see her, she was sure of it. She was happy to see him and Cye, but mostly Sage. She couldn’t wait to see his face!