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A number of things seemed to happen all at once. When Getsuy stepped out into the garden, he was bombarded by a sensory overload he had not expected. The scent of Melion, though it had been what initially guided him to that spot, was not the only one in the area. There were two others, a seal and the one he was seeking earlier, the deer. Smell, also, was not the only sense he found triggered upon stepping into the garden. 

Music, sweet and alluring flowed through along the flowers like a calming tide. It swept through him and wrapped around him like a soothing blanket. Between the peaceful aura of Melion and Roshan’s music, Getsuy felt his knees attempt to buckle under him. He reached out and dug his claws into the doorframe to keep from falling. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Getsuy felt fear. The hunger that was an ever constant pressure in his chest that threatened to consume him at all times, was gone, simmered down to such a low boil, he could not feel its pull anymore. He felt human again and it scared him. 

He more saw his form shrink than felt it. Claws extracted from the doorframe and reduced down to simple fingernails. Digitagrade legs straightened into thighs, shins, and calves. Deer skull and antlers fell away to a human face and hair black as pitch. His deerhide skirt hung loosely from his waist and he had to reach out and grab it, else it would fall to the floor completely. His bloody cowl was far too large for his now human shoulders and felt more like a cut off poncho, its hood devouring his head almost entirely, leaving him blind to the world around him. He felt small and vulnerable. 

With a buck of his head, the hood fell away and brown eyes looked down to bare human hands, not a claw in sight. His breathing quickened, coming in with short, fearful pants. He didn’t- couldn’t understand what was happening to him. For centuries he was a ravenous beast that roamed the land looking for its next meal and yet, he suddenly wasn’t anymore. He began to hyperventilate as the panic grabbed a hold of him and threatened to not let go. Then came his soothing voice, a calm call on the tide of music. [i]’It’s calm here, don’t you think?’[/i] Between one quick inhale and the next, Getsuy felt his chest loosen. Melion, his silent companion, beaconed him. The fear he felt fell away with his next exhale, an inhale filling him with the soothing scent of honey and flowers. The music continued and Getsuy practically swayed on his feet as he took a step to the open space Melion offered to him. A second step, then a third. He felt like he was in a dream, one that had been a nightmare just moments before. 

He came to settle down on the ground in front of the bench, his back pressed gently on the seat’s edge. Not a word was spoken as his brown eyes gazed out into the garden ahead of him. He wasn’t sure how long the sensation would last. Perhaps when the music stopped, he would find that hunger once again. Only time would tell and it was time he was going to spend in the presence of his dear friend.