Call it what you want

sam So please please please, let me get what I want this time Remi's vague words about a 'flickering' were as good as another language to Sam. He watched in amazement as feathers grew on the other man's arm, the awkwardness of before forgotten for just a second at the spectacle. It seemed impossible that he could bend his own bones and skin in such a way, but the blood thrumming in him promised something new. Sam closed his eyes and held his arms out in the way Remi had, trying hard to focus on his chest. There was no heartbeat there (hadn't been for too long) but he could feel a potential something to work with. Feeling a little silly, he thought hard of a bird - not a specific kind, just vignettes of feathers and beaks and clawed feet. "I d-don't think it's-" He began to say, but as he opened his eyes he nearly jumped back in shock when he saw his own hands now in the shape of long feathers. Immediately closing his eyes again, Sam tried to take himself back to the 'flickering' until he felt the cave seem to get bigger around him (or was it that he was smaller?). When he opened his eyes, they weren't human.