-> @oneironott@vulpine.club @Oneironott@awoo.space

But... moods where I breath the crisp air of orthocosm mixed with the mind's eye sight that lets me feel it against my fur. The wonderful integration and dance of duality that is being -both- a human form and an alien spirit. The moments where I can feel and see my place in it all clearly, and am not fighting with myself about what I am.
Smiling at a woman walking a dog while twitching my whiskers so they catch the sunlight.
Balance.

I have noticed that my best moods are ones I feel wholly liminal and calmly such.
Moods where I am not pulled so far into the orthocosm that I am thrown into a loss of my strange self and lose sight of the vivid beauty of elsewhere
Moods where I am not pulled so far into the paracosm that I am stuck in a bog of dysphoria and longing and lose sight of the wonderful beauty of the orthocosmic world.

Thoughts on a sunny day. I needed to clear my head. To think hard about why i keep slipping away from wanting to be in this world. About the source of my dysphoria, and how i can improve it.
Balance, in short, and knowing that i am always me. I always am a neptunian otter, and this human enby. I am the duality. I don’t need to go home, perhaps, because it is always right there within me. I do not need my otter body to be valid. I already, always was.

@Roady_Dragonfae I totally would if I didn't already have plans ^^'

I don't know how I've avoided a complete mental breakdown today and I'm hoping I havn't just delayed it

@LexYeen
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As their song closed, the otter and the kitsune giggled and pressed watery paws to fiery ones, letting their magic and elements float away in the cool night wind.

As the falling sun dipped below the horizon, the fox flicked her paw digits and sparked two rolling plumes of fire in each from her heart that flickered with the night's wind. The otter smiled in approval, taking in the sight of the fox's fire glittering off ver water. The two sang in unison, working magic in dances uniting the waters and fires of creation and life. fire rolled carefully with water in their duet, but neither doused or evaporated the other.

Ve began to sing a tune, working water to whim with fresh water guided by one paw and saltwater guided by the other. Ver paws flowed with the aquatic spirit that ve herself was, and worked intricate dances with the floating water that glistened in the dusk's sun. ve joined the flow of the birds and animals and the wind and leaves on the forest trees and danced with them while the fox spirit looked on quietly.

The otter sat with the kitsune by an estuary, the heat of dusk's sun meeting the tricking of the river's flow... The fox was of fire, as kitsune go, but it wasn't to say that the fire of her heart and eyes weren't complimented by the warmth of sentimental moments of companionship.. she just.. often would rather to other things.
The otter was of water, as calm as the flow of the tides that bring life and vibrancy... but it wasn't to say that ve wasn't rough to protect.

@starkatt 💞💞💞💞