Main Attraction

[Nailah Weaver]

She pulls back a little though she doesn't let go of Sam's hand.

"Why? Is not something bad..."

[Samantha McManus]

"I shouldn't think about you like that. It's not fair to you."

[Nailah Weaver]

"I do not understand..."

[Samantha McManus]

"...it would have been easier if you were just afraid of me."

[Nailah Weaver]

"Now you try hiding again. Just without skinwalking."

[Samantha McManus]

"It's... what I do," she whispered, leaning in close again.

"But... you are beautiful and... oh, why did you have to offer me that?"

[Nailah Weaver]

"You said should not run from me, remember?" she smiles softly.

[Samantha McManus]

There was an almost desperate urgency as she clasped Do'noma's hand tighter and pressed her lips to the native's.

[Nailah Weaver]

For a moment she's surprised at the sudden change of mind, but soon she returns the kiss, lingering for a while.

"See? Nothing bad..." she smiles softly once their lips part again.

[Samantha McManus]

"Sometimes what I want is... confusing."

"...and I never feel like I deserve it."

[Nailah Weaver]

"Why would you not. Everybody deserve this."

[Samantha McManus]

"Not me. Not when you don't know what you're getting into."

"And not... not when you're a woman."

[Nailah Weaver]

"Anyone knows what they get into? And what is wrong with me being woman..."

[Samantha McManus]

"...nothing. Everything."

[Nailah Weaver]

"You turn into man but this make you feel bad?"

[Samantha McManus]

"I told you I'm crazy..."

[Nailah Weaver]

"Should go... Make you uncomfortable..." she says, somewhat reluctantly letting go of Sam's hand.

[Samantha McManus]

"...and that's why it's not fair to you," she said with a sigh.

[Nailah Weaver]

"No. Not being fair to yourself. Maybe need time to think." she says, getting up and brushing some dust and weeds from her legs.

[Samantha McManus]

"...maybe I do," she said with a pained look to Do'noma.

"I... I'll be back. I promise."

She didn't really wait for a response as her body began to writhe and twist, reddish-gray fur sprouting and her limbs contorting.

Moments later a wolf shrugged out of her human clothes, and loped into the wilderness.

[Nailah Weaver]

"Could have just leave you alone and go to my tent..." she tells the empty air.

Making sure nothing is lieing around to be picked up by the wind or an animal she heads off to her tent, kicking a helpless pebble on the way. Act one way, talk the other. She still is one of them sometimes.