stand out, fit in

"Ah, well.." Remi says bashfully, his nose crinkling slightly as one of his hands continues to muss his curls away from his face. With an amused patience that is full of affection rather than judgement, Remi watches as Rex shrinks and contorts, her clothing and skin melding away to feathers (dark than his, strange that), until she is but an awkward fluff in the grass. "Hawks do not walk well, I will tell you that. But it is harder to shift midair." He explains almost apologetically, before he fully shifts as well. Now that she is in a body like his, she will also feel his mind opening to her. Like a tether she can take hold of and follow (or not), his mind is a beautifully open thing. It is fractured and guarded as one would expect, but his walls are low or nonexistent. Everything he is is laid bare in the attuned bond, and through it Remi pulses a warm welcome. It can take some getting used to. He explains silently, his voice even more thickly accented in her mind. Are you ready to try flying? The more you think about it, the more difficult it will be. As much as you can, try to surrender to the body you are in. It knows what to do. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times