He stood there for a moment, unsure what to do. After a while he sighed and knocked on her door. He felt bad for what he did; he did not mean to upset anyone. He stood there patiently, hearing her sobs from inside.
I ran downstairs and opened the door, “Mune?” I asked. I wasn’t expecting him back so soon. In truth, I wasn’t even sure he’d come back at all. Before I even had time to remember why I was angry with him he wrapped his arms around me.
“Oh come now I didn’t mean to make you cry. Please don’t,” he soothed, rubbing my back softly.
I hugged him back tightly. "I'm sorry for acting the way I did. I just ... I care about you. I don't want you to die." He squeezed me once before he let go.
"You... care for me? Dear, you have only just met me," he smiled after pulling back from the embrace he pushed a strand of loose hair behind my ear. "There, that's better."
My heart accelerated. "Course I care for you," I mumbled as I gazed up into his eyes, becoming lost there. "You were just lying there in the forest. I feel responsible for you."
"Well, there's certainly no need. I can take care of myself. I built this town after all," He looked at me and his smile grew a little wider. "Now, my dear. Don't be upset. I am grateful for you helping me. Thank you."
I smiled in response. "You're welcome. I wouldn't have left you there." He seemed lost for a moment before he finally gathered himself together and stood up straight. A magical mist surrounded him and he became dressed in a white silk shirt and sleek black trousers. It seems he didn’t like the hand-me-downs I gave him. But he looked up at me and smiled again in gratitude and I know that wasn’t so.
After that, I invited him into my living room. It was like a little cottage in the countryside, with its stone walls and warm oak fireplace. The furniture was rustic and handmade, covered in white leather and fashioned out of beech wood. The floors were the same oak shade as the fireplace and they shone as the large Victorian window let the morning sun shimmering through.
"I really would like to see the town again though. I mean, do people still worship me? Do they still remember the old tales?" He sat down on the small armchair in the corner and smiled comfortably.
I frowned. "I'm sorry," I murmured. "You’ve been nigh totally forgotten. Peace has disappeared and some are even so ungrateful as to wish they didn't have animal features. I love my tail, though." I sat on the couch opposite him, careful not to sit on my wonderful black tail.
"Your blood is still diluted, your people used to have tails, ears and paws for feet. Your eyes, they should be more feline..." he sighed, "then I must make peace again."
"What?" I asked. "I should be more feline? Can you make that happen? I can't bear for you to be sad.”
"You should,” he nodded knowingly, “there was a time when you were all so happy with your powers; of course, I had to remove some from you. With power come responsibility and all that. Also, I could make that happen, if you want it to.” He looked at the softness in my eyes and mirrored the look, “I'm not sad my dear."
"I would love for that to happen." I had a sudden fantasy that Mune’s horn shrouded us in light and I was suddenly blessed with my new features, but I soon shook my head and cursed myself for being so silly. "And can I help? I am really interested in restoring peace and magic. You could make this town so magnificent!"
"What do you do in this town, dear?" He smiled with absent curiosity.
"I teach part time." I told him, it was only a little school on the outskirts of the town. There were not many children in the town. Not that I taught, many parents won’t let their children be taught by a hybrid. Then I grinned as an idea popped into my head. "Perhaps I could spread your tale to the little children!” I suggested.
"Well, then I will grant you the power to show the children the stories. Just think of them and the characters will dance before your eyes. But first, close yours and no peeking." I closed my eyes, growing excited and I heard him get up, walking almost silently toward me if it wasn’t for the slightly squeaky floorboards.
He placed his hand on the top of my head and a brisk feeling ran through me as cold as winter snow as he then kissed my forehead, then with the softness of a feather he placed his hands over my eyes and whispered something I didn't know. A wonderful breeze enveloped me, it was warm, like the summer sun and I smelt new grass in spring and felt as though I was walking on top of freshly fallen leaves. "You can open them now, I'm finished."
I opened my eyes. "That was wonderful," I said dreamily. "Can I feel that again some time?"
He looked at me and laughed slightly, "Maybe."
I looked at him and he held up a mirror for me, I’m not sure where he got it from. I looked at myself and twitched my ears slightly, I grinned. “Oh thank you!” I wrapped my arms around him tightly as the mirror disappeared. “Thank you!” I leapt up and kissed his cheek and he held me close to him for a moment, not saying anything he just ran a hand through my hair and smiled contently.
“Okay, let’s go for a walk,” he whispered.
“Yes." I whispered back, excitedly, while running my tail along his back.
He kissed the top of my head and reached for my hand, "I'd like to see you happy," he whispered absently. "Happiness. It's good to see."
I grinned. "Sure is." But suddenly my thoughts snapped back to him."But..." He looked at me and his brow furrowed slightly. "Is it okay for me to love again?" I murmur.
"Of course, there are plenty of people out there. He'd want you to be happy I'm sure."
"Plenty of people?" I looked at him strangely, but then I blushed. "Oh." I Let go of him and stepped back, "I thought... never mind"
"I'll be going soon enough, remember I am not a human."
He looked a little concerned, but his smile remained as I asked, "Can't I come too?"
"I live in the forest, I won't be far away. But this is just a temporary form."
"I want to be with you. Your aura is magnetic."
"Well, I am a God."
I smiled faintly, "oh yeah." I sighed before turning round slowly. "Look, maybe you were right to leave me alone."
"Nonsense. You're going to help me, come on. Fresh air will do you good," he smiled after tugging on my arm a little.
I looked down at where he was holding my arm then looked up at him, "No." I stated firmly. He looked at me with worry then nodded.
“Okay, well, I hope you feel better soon. The sun will do you good.”