Flipping through the well-worn book, he landed on the page he had read a thousand times over.
To physically bond with one's familiar, one must find the precise food for it- which will vary from familiar to familiar. Some may require specific drinks while other may simply want fruit. This food will fill them with an energy like no other, giving the necessary power for bonding. Keep some on hand in order to transform back. Secondly, find the phrase you will use to activate the transformation. This can be anything, but it is recommended you and your familiar find one that suits you both, and that you do not use in conversation. Thirdly, find the piece of jewelry for use. The basic transformation will pull your familiar into the jewelry, then bond you to your familiar in ways that will enhance your natural abilities. These three things will be required for every transformation. However, in order to protect yourselves from potential dark magic bonding with you both and altering the results, you must make the first transformation in a protective circle. A circle of salt, with a smaller circle of chalk inside for you to stand in. Mark this inner circle with two interlacing teardrop shapes(curved), and split the space between the two circles into five sectors, made of chalk. Simply step into the circle, recite the transformation words, and allow your familiar to touch. You have now bonded. However, do not attempt this without the circle or with conflicting intentions- if your familiar has desires an opposite outcome, the transformation could go massively wrong.
Handing Plagg a slice of camembert, he let him polish it off before carefully stepping into the circle. Brandishing a small silver ring, he announced, "Plagg, claws out!"
He watched, fascinated, as Plagg spiraled into the ring. However, the curious smile soon slipped from his face as he finally noticed the scattered salt of the outer circle was no longer in its proper lines. A feeling of whirling hit him so hard he nearly made sick, and he curled up with his hands over his stomach. When the feeling finally seceded, he slowly emerged from the fetal position he had ended up in. After a moment, he realized that he must be finished with the transformation, so he bounded over to the mirror… only, the mirror looked a lot bigger than he last remembered. The walls, too. Everything really. With horror, he put his hands-paws!- up to the mirror. With a yowl, he turned and pelted out of his home, deep into the thick underbrush.
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Marinette sighed, let go of the pestle she had been trying to grind herbs with, and looked lazily out the window to her right. The same old ferns, shivering as a breeze passed through them, dappled by the ever-changing shadows from the trees above. Familiar, but soothing. Resolute, she decided to go and tend to her herb garden outside as a small break. Reaching for a small trowel and a pair of time-worn clippers, she dumped them in a small bucket for fresh herbs and headed outside.
Once the door had closed, she tilted her head back and took a deep breath. Ahhhhh. Her hair, down by her shoulders, tossed around slightly in the breeze, and she paused to put them back in her signature pigtails- and out of her face. Going over to the mint bed- one of the best-smelling in her garden- she pulled out the clippers, cleared a space for her to sit, and got to work. Mint grows fast, so she usually went to trim down the bed once every month or so- especially due to the sheer number of different kinds in that single bed. Chocolate mint, spearmint, peppermint, catnip, lavender mint, and apple mint- not to mention several other kinds all in one riotous bed.
It really was pretty in early fall, she mused, when all of them are in bloom and perfuming the air quite strongly. Snipping off a few of the new shoots attempting to escape the bed- rather roughly, as she could never figure out the right angle or snip quite hard enough for a good, clean cut- she put them neatly in the bucket, to dry for use in potions. And for making desserts. Musing what to make out loud, a little red head soon peeked up from a garden bed to her left, intrigued. A moment later, Tikki had clearly decided to come over and investigate- getting a smile from Marinette. She knew her familiar couldn't resist the sugary call of baked goods.
Tikki flew over, landing on Marinette's sun-warmed shoulder.
"I heard something about mint desserts?" She asked, a little too innocently. Marinette laughed, bopping Tikki on the head with a gentle finger.
"I was thinking we could maybe make some mint macaroons, or some peppermint bar-" she cut short, having finally noticed the creature creeping towards her. He was big, he was midnight black, and he was- he was staring at her catnip with interested eyes. Showing the cat away, it shook its head, blinked twice, then looked back up at her with a confused expression.
"Oh, don't give me that face," she told it. "Here you are, trying to mess up my mint bed, then acting like you didn't do anything! No, that won't do. But… technically, you didn't do anything wrong. Fine."
Caving, she urged the cat forward, letting it sniff her finger first before scratching it gently behind the ear. Purring, it pushed its head into her hand, before turning and looking and its side in what seemed to be confusion. After a moment, it blinked, purred harder, and butted it's head back into her hand. With a small laugh, she gave in, giving the cat soft pets and scratches. It flopped over onto the soft dirt, clearly loving the attention. Soon, though, she had to get back to attending her bed- and finished grinding some ingredients- so she shifted over and gave her attention back to her mint.
The cat laid there, seemingly betrayed, as she turned back to attacking the mint rimming the edge of the bed. With a loud mew of defiance, it got up and pushed his head under her hand. Snatching her hand away, she shot him a playful glare. "Go lay over there, and maybe when I'm done I'll give you more pets- or some of that catnip you were sniffing earlier!"
To her surprise, the cat bumped its head against her one last time, and went to go lay where she had pointed, a patched of sun-warmed stone by the cabbages-something she knew it wouldn't eat. As it was walking over, she took a look, and yup- boy cat. About ten minutes later, she finished trimming the worst of it, ready to go back inside and finish what she had been doing. Glancing over at the cat, she noticed a little red lump curled up on top of the poor cat. Snorting slightly, she called Tikki, trying to let her know she was going back inside, but instead caught both Tikki's and the cat's attention. Once Tikki had flown up and off of him, he stood up, stretched, and trotted over to her. With a smile, she crouched down to brush the dust off his side.
"I did promise you more scratches, didn't I? His purr rumbled through the quiet forest air for a few seconds until she stood up and opened the door. Using her foot to block him from getting in, she made her way inside and shut the door. Clearly confused and distraught, the cat paced back and front on her doorstep before reluctantly flopping over near where he had been before- but a little to the left, where the sun was the most direct. She considered going out to shoo him off, but he was leaving her catnip alone, and cats aren't exactly known for eating carrots or cabbages. After a moment, she decided to just leave it be, and turned inside to dry the new clippings and finish her earlier job.
Spreading out the herbs to dry in the sunlight from a nearby window, she sat down and picked up her pestle. Absently grinding the herbs from earlier, she peeked out the window and soon caught sight of the cat. It didn't look like he was planning to move anytime soon, and she found herself wondering if she'd see him again.
AN: Welcome to my new fic! This will be a multi-chapter fic that I'll post weekly.(Hopefully!) However, I've only written up to about chapter four, and even these short little chapters take me a while- I do love writing, but I find it hard to start writing for whatever reason, which means I write a couple paragraphs at a time when bored before having to go do something- not super conducive to writing, haha. Bug out!
