[She's familiar with the Black Lion - it's hard not to be, when you're as close to Zarkon as she is, but she remembers it...larger.
Her eyes widen when the Lion turns to light and reforms, not into Voltron, but...a man. A peculiar one, with rounded ears, and a metal arm.
She swallows and feels...disappointed, but she can't place why.]
Is it...here to be a prank?
[She bites her lip, hesitating for all of a second before she turns to more fully to face the alien man and takes him in. Not Altean nor Galra, though more close to her species. A prosthetic arm, with the symbol of Voltron on it. Taller and broader than her, but smaller than Zarkon and most Galra.
White hair, a scar. The look of a man who has seen war - and how has she gotten to know so many of them? - but most curious is that transformation.]
How did you do that? Is it the magic of this place? Why the Black Lion as the form you take, then?
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Her eyes widen when the Lion turns to light and reforms, not into Voltron, but...a man. A peculiar one, with rounded ears, and a metal arm.
She swallows and feels...disappointed, but she can't place why.]
Is it...here to be a prank?
[She bites her lip, hesitating for all of a second before she turns to more fully to face the alien man and takes him in. Not Altean nor Galra, though more close to her species. A prosthetic arm, with the symbol of Voltron on it. Taller and broader than her, but smaller than Zarkon and most Galra.
White hair, a scar. The look of a man who has seen war - and how has she gotten to know so many of them? - but most curious is that transformation.]
How did you do that? Is it the magic of this place? Why the Black Lion as the form you take, then?
[A pause, as she clears her throat.]
Forgive me if that's all a bit...much.