[It's definitely giving the wrong impression.] Huh. You're becoming a Chimera, then, it sounds like. There's a couple of tailors I know who do well with fitting for tails, and also aren't--mm--as prejudiced about Chimeras.
[And then a quiet huff.] Yes, it--does seem to be perverse that way. I'm surprised after what it did to me and my magic it didn't see fit to swap me around as well. I am sorry about the wings.
[There's a low sound of irritation; chimeras weren't any terrible thing to him, but it was more nonsense he had no interest in dealing with at all.]
I may have to avail myself of their services, nothing I own fits properly now. Not even shoes, though they may be a thing of the past.. As even the Coven couldn't explain why I've suddenly switched species I can only assume the star itself finds it funny. We'll see who's laughing when I reduce it all to smoking ash.
[And Lahabrea certainly means it, but more important things are afoot at the moment. Or a-hoof.]
A sheepwolf. A dark purple sheepwolf, I suppose I will have to begin looking into species that are also purple and get a better idea of what's in store. Mayhap something with wings, and I won't be denied the one thing I might have looked forward to.
Oh, is this another entry in the long ledger of things the Coven doesn't understand about Mirrorbound?
[There's a weary sarcasm in Myr's voice.]
I had heard it was possible for us to change forms before, but it seemed so rare an event it wasn't worth worrying about. I wonder if this has anything to do with the Cwyldheart.
[As for burning all of Talam to ash, well. Myr doesn't doubt that Lahabrea means that, but some things are better to not protest when one hears them from an irascible demi-god.]
...Dark...purple? [Myr echoes, a little puzzlement coming into his voice.] That sounds odd even for a Chimera. I don't know of anything top of mind around here that's purple. [Myr you can't even see anything around here how would you know what is and isn't purple.] At least not anything that doesn't have feathers--did you keep your feathers?
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This is going to give the wrong impression; beasts of that name have long, almost whiplike tails on the Source, not fluffy bottlebrushes.]
I think not. They're developing a distinct curve, which should allow snags to roll off, aside from shirts and the like.
[He sounds aggrieved, then, a slow descent.]
This star wishes to inflict suffering on me to the degree where it didn't even allow me my wings first. By the time frame, this month or early next...
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[And then a quiet huff.] Yes, it--does seem to be perverse that way. I'm surprised after what it did to me and my magic it didn't see fit to swap me around as well. I am sorry about the wings.
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I may have to avail myself of their services, nothing I own fits properly now. Not even shoes, though they may be a thing of the past.. As even the Coven couldn't explain why I've suddenly switched species I can only assume the star itself finds it funny. We'll see who's laughing when I reduce it all to smoking ash.
[And Lahabrea certainly means it, but more important things are afoot at the moment. Or a-hoof.]
A sheepwolf. A dark purple sheepwolf, I suppose I will have to begin looking into species that are also purple and get a better idea of what's in store. Mayhap something with wings, and I won't be denied the one thing I might have looked forward to.
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[There's a weary sarcasm in Myr's voice.]
I had heard it was possible for us to change forms before, but it seemed so rare an event it wasn't worth worrying about. I wonder if this has anything to do with the Cwyldheart.
[As for burning all of Talam to ash, well. Myr doesn't doubt that Lahabrea means that, but some things are better to not protest when one hears them from an irascible demi-god.]
...Dark...purple? [Myr echoes, a little puzzlement coming into his voice.] That sounds odd even for a Chimera. I don't know of anything top of mind around here that's purple. [Myr you can't even see anything around here how would you know what is and isn't purple.] At least not anything that doesn't have feathers--did you keep your feathers?
[That would bode well for wings, at least...]