(Ask, crossover au)
Silver, what kind of Morbian Jasmine would be if she went to your world?
Silver looked thoughtful, a slow smile touching his lips. "I always pictured her as a sand-fox Mobian—graceful, sharp-eyed, and calm. Someone who moves like the desert wind."
The door slid open, and Jasmine stepped inside, now embodied in her new form: tall ears, soft golden-tan fur that seemed dusted with sunlight, and a long, elegant fox tail that swayed with mesmerizing grace. She adjusted her hair wrap with an air of utter, captivating normalcy.
"I assume this answers your question," she said, her easy smile lighting up her face. "Walking on digitigrade feet took ten minutes to master. Everything else feels… like I was made for it."
Silver felt a pleasant shock run through him, his breath catching slightly. "Yeah," he managed, his gaze fixed entirely on her. "That's exactly how I pictured you."