I know it's hard to abandon your path
Noah felt the absence immediately, the hollow where an Attuned bond should have answered, should have carried recognition back along the same invisible thread he’d reached for. There was nothing. Understanding flickered followeed by a chuff of breath as Melita called out to him verbally. His glacier eyes flicked briefly toward Sila’s dive, tracking the dragon’s sudden interest below with a hunter’s instinct, but he didn’t change his course.
Instead, he pulled back from the full breadth of his griffin shape. Feathers receded along his chest and neck, bone and muscle reshaping with a muted ache he barely acknowledged at this point in his life. When he emerged from it, he was no longer the vast, pale omen in the sky, but neither was he fully human. His wings remained, enormous and white, beating steadily as they held him in the air. The rest of him was unmistakably Noah now, aal broad shouldered, scar-marked, with blond hair tugged loose by the wind. He lifted one hand "No bond yet?" He called over the rush of the wind.
Instead, he pulled back from the full breadth of his griffin shape. Feathers receded along his chest and neck, bone and muscle reshaping with a muted ache he barely acknowledged at this point in his life. When he emerged from it, he was no longer the vast, pale omen in the sky, but neither was he fully human. His wings remained, enormous and white, beating steadily as they held him in the air. The rest of him was unmistakably Noah now, aal broad shouldered, scar-marked, with blond hair tugged loose by the wind. He lifted one hand "No bond yet?" He called over the rush of the wind.
When this is all that you have
