Imagine you and your dæmon walking down a forest trail, where everything is dappled green and gold. Maybe your dæmon would be walking beside you, or riding on your shoulder, or possibly even flying ahead of you- either way, you wouldn’t need to speak to communicate. You could just wander until you both get tired and want to head home.
Imagine a nurse in the maternity ward of a hospital. She’s late middle ages and has no children of her own, but that’s alright. She usually works the night shift, and enjoys the times where she can delicately hold the newborns, wrapped up tight in blankets. Their dæmons at that stage are so new they hardly count, precious soft little souls that can’t hold one shape for very long. Though they would never say it aloud, the nurse and her dæmon swear that they can smell the dust on the two infants.
Imagine a man with the teeniest, tiniest disk-winged bat dæmon. She likes to hang on his ear like an earring, or hide in his hair. Sometimes she crawls under his clothes just to startle strangers into thinking the man has no dæmon.
Imagine an older man with a coon hound for a dæmon; the man likes to play the harmonica, and his dæmon bays its heart out to make their human laugh. They sit outside on their porch, and everyone in town knows about the musical duo.
Imagine a ballet dancer with the most awkward dæmon imaginable. Lots of companies like to integrate dæmons into dances, to give them each a more unique feel, but they can’t with this one. Maybe it’s a walrus, or a very sleepy sloth; whatever it is, it’s an animal that has difficulty moving with swift precision. Offstage, the dæmon and their human are fantastic, but onstage the dancer despairs that her dæmon will hold her back in her career.
Imagine a couple with dæmons that look exactly like Lady and the Tramp. That would be adorable. They could never go out to anything but Italian restaurants, though.
Imagine a little girl whose mother has a wolfish looking dæmon. People give the mother nasty looks, since wolf dæmons are not looked upon favorably, but they don’t know how fiercely she loves her little girl. Besides, her dæmon makes it great fun to dress her daughter up in red clothes, and play Little Red Riding Hood.
Imagine a hummingbird dæmon that speaks so quickly that nobody but its human can understand what it’s saying. Everyone looks confused when they have conversations, because they look one-sided.
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