(a) Padmé can say that there are many things that one cannot do with four legs. Stairs, for starters, had been rather difficult, and door knobs a definite no. Clothes had been a moot point, and sometimes there had been a place that she just couldn't quite reach. Reading, as well, as hooves lack the ability to turn the page, and generally just fitting somewhere without bumping into things, knocking them over and being unable to pick them up. It is why she is thankful to have her own body back, although there's that small shift within. A realization and an understanding, one that Padmé had not been facing.
She isn't usually one to shy away from a problem, but it's a problem that has no easy answer. Piece after piece has fallen into place, although she had kept the information tucked away, not certain what to do with it. Padmé isn't certain if it was just bad timing or if it had been on purpose that things had transpired as they had. There are times when Naboo seems to far away, and she longs to return to squid form, to just float listlessly in the water, with no pressing matters of the galactic scale. But, she does as she always does, which is keep busy, spending long hours at the School of Mutter. She's on her way back to the Willful Machine, when she pauses, listens. That had been one good thing about before, her hearing had been rather good. "Do you hear that buzzing?"
(b) Whereas last month had been moths, insects of a general variety seem to be on the rise. It could be in part due to the nicer weather, although Padmé isn't certain that's a factor in this place. She tries to be mindful, leaving them be, although more than once she has had a run in with some bees, crossing paths and getting tangled in her hair or lost in the ruffles of her clothes. Nothing overly untoward, but enough that she keeps an eye out and her hair bound tight to her head.
It makes her itch a little, although Padmé knows that it is all in her head. There's nothing there. She's finished up her task for the morning and is on her way back home when she pauses, squinting. Bees do fly by, dropping here and there, drawn to something, but thankfully not her. She can remember accidentally disturbing some insects on Naboo that had chased her sister and her until they had found refuge. Even then, they had heard them batting against the window for a time before they had gone off. Yet, it is a person that catches her glance, and Padmé slowly approaches. "Are you alright?"
[ooc; for b, I am fine with violence against Padmé, or Padmé coming across someone who has run into trouble, or is just scratching at bees... idk. free rein]
HUMMING IN THE SKIN (bugs, possibly others infected with bugs or violence)
She isn't usually one to shy away from a problem, but it's a problem that has no easy answer. Piece after piece has fallen into place, although she had kept the information tucked away, not certain what to do with it. Padmé isn't certain if it was just bad timing or if it had been on purpose that things had transpired as they had. There are times when Naboo seems to far away, and she longs to return to squid form, to just float listlessly in the water, with no pressing matters of the galactic scale. But, she does as she always does, which is keep busy, spending long hours at the School of Mutter. She's on her way back to the Willful Machine, when she pauses, listens. That had been one good thing about before, her hearing had been rather good. "Do you hear that buzzing?"
(b) Whereas last month had been moths, insects of a general variety seem to be on the rise. It could be in part due to the nicer weather, although Padmé isn't certain that's a factor in this place. She tries to be mindful, leaving them be, although more than once she has had a run in with some bees, crossing paths and getting tangled in her hair or lost in the ruffles of her clothes. Nothing overly untoward, but enough that she keeps an eye out and her hair bound tight to her head.
It makes her itch a little, although Padmé knows that it is all in her head. There's nothing there. She's finished up her task for the morning and is on her way back home when she pauses, squinting. Bees do fly by, dropping here and there, drawn to something, but thankfully not her. She can remember accidentally disturbing some insects on Naboo that had chased her sister and her until they had found refuge. Even then, they had heard them batting against the window for a time before they had gone off. Yet, it is a person that catches her glance, and Padmé slowly approaches. "Are you alright?"
[ooc; for b, I am fine with violence against Padmé, or Padmé coming across someone who has run into trouble, or is just scratching at bees... idk. free rein]