Frey
"To attune you," Frey repeats, slowly and thoughtfully as they take another bite of the fruit, as if rolling the possibility around in their mind. "Mmm... yes, alright. I think that is something I can do. 'Tis the season for it, after all." They reach out with a long, opalescent finger to prod Marcus gently in the chest. "I cannot take out what is already in here, though," they advise, referring to the curse of his magic. "But we can add to it. We can change you. Do not be surprised if you are altered in other ways, though. Sometimes we have to make room for the new parts of us."
Change. Again, that sentiment crawls through the ice and shivers through the veins - and for the boy, that second part is anything but metaphorical.
Finishing the peach and setting the pit down nearby where it desperately tries to take root in the ice, before decaying into moss and mulch and soil instead, Frey reaches out to cup Marcus's cheeks, as if to fill him with the glittering chill of Leafchange in Halo by simply staring it into him.
And whilst it won't hurt, it will feel nothing like anything the boy has experienced before. His bones sing and stretch and grow hollow; his form warps and shrinks, his flesh exchanges fabric for feathers until, when Frey lifts his hands as if to cast Marcus into the air, it's in the form of a white-tailed eagle. The deity releases him to let him soar, to taste the sky for the very first time and for as long as he wishes.
When he lands, however - and when he shifts back, more noticeably - the true extent of the change will be revealed.
Marcus is now a Level 0 hybrid with a white tailed eagle shift!
He has also been aged up to the age of 18.
Change. Again, that sentiment crawls through the ice and shivers through the veins - and for the boy, that second part is anything but metaphorical.
Finishing the peach and setting the pit down nearby where it desperately tries to take root in the ice, before decaying into moss and mulch and soil instead, Frey reaches out to cup Marcus's cheeks, as if to fill him with the glittering chill of Leafchange in Halo by simply staring it into him.
And whilst it won't hurt, it will feel nothing like anything the boy has experienced before. His bones sing and stretch and grow hollow; his form warps and shrinks, his flesh exchanges fabric for feathers until, when Frey lifts his hands as if to cast Marcus into the air, it's in the form of a white-tailed eagle. The deity releases him to let him soar, to taste the sky for the very first time and for as long as he wishes.
When he lands, however - and when he shifts back, more noticeably - the true extent of the change will be revealed.
Marcus is now a Level 0 hybrid with a white tailed eagle shift!
He has also been aged up to the age of 18.
