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Merope couldn’t believe it had already been a month since she’d first come into her human form. It had felt so strange. One moment she was... light. Feathery? As effervescent as the space she swam through. And the next she was... solid, but soft. Firm, but squishy. And she had all of this long, flowing, bright red hair. 

It was funny, how things worked. Maia had red hair, too, in this human form. Merope had thought she’d be more... blue, or green, like the colors throughout most of her astrid form. It made them really look like sisters, though, in the human sort of way, which was so interesting.

But then again, everything was interesting right now!! After stepping about on different planets and learning all sorts of things she was now on a space ship that floated throughout the galaxy just like she did in her true form on a daily basis! Fascinating, how humanoids created things like this as a means of transportation throughout the universe.

Currently, however, Merope was less fascinated by the ship and more fascinated by all of the different species surrounding her, alive and talking and walking. She flitted about with a huge smile on her face, and finding someone that held a certain pull, raced her way up to them and threw her arms around them as a way of greeting - because she could do that now! She was so much more solid and so was their physical form. “Hello! What are you?” she asked innocently, wide-eyed and blinking. 

Maia may be more than three hundred years old, but she found, each time she transformed to walk among the planets, there was a curiosity inside of her that was as young as a child. She did like children best, of almost any species--for their wide, joyful eyes. So many others were full of sorrows, of pain. But the eyes of a child, even in times of hardship, they did not know sorrow.

That was how Maia felt now, having donned a silky dress of gold and let her hair down, to wander the ship. She loved this human form of hers, from the dark, rich red hair that tickled at her shoulders and the fabric of the dress she wore. It all felt--new and different. Every time, every 100 years. It was always different. Maia never changed, but these humanoids never stopped.

She was on the viewing deck now, looking at stars she had never seen before, wondering if one day they would become her cousins. She wasn’t paying attention, unuse to a corporeal form--and ran right into someone else.

She blinked, but continued to stand rather close to them, tilting her head tranquilly. “What planet are you from?” she asked in her melodic voice, instead of apologizing.