He had seen pictures of dolphins in books, and the sleek lines and smiling mouth that had been drawn on it still made him smile a little at the memory. What would it be like, to be such a creature? Ah, but to be bound to the water like that, would it be worth it? Then again, given that he could both run and fly now, having a form that would swim properly suddenly seemed of great interest.
"Yes," he murmured, a little distracted by the pictures Remi's words painted, and a bemused smile on his face as he contemplated the creatures that the alchemist described. "She was a... a seabird of some kind, was she not?" Ronin had said as much when they had lamented the lack of trained sailors and boatwrights among the surviving Outlanders. Now that the barrier was down and there was a world to explore, the eastern ocean was one direction they might have gone... if their own ignorance and lack of skill didn't make it so difficult.
The sudden question had him blinking back to the present, a brow raising in surprise at the very serious question - but very fascinating one, nonetheless. "I... am not sure," he admitted slowly. "Many of the Attuned I met have been Outlanders, who arrived with a single animal form apparently chosen by the gods or chance when they passed through the portal. Of those who can take more than one form I know you, another who I suspect, and... myself," he acknowledged slowly, with a nod of his head. "Most of those I've met have been, like me, reluctant to divulge their, ah, secret very openly so it hasn't been something to easily talk about." Surely others must have come from worlds like Remi's, where shape changing was seen as commonplace? But even Naturals born to Caido didn't always seem willing to openly flaunt their choice of gods. Amalia had held her feline shape close at first, though as she became more familiar with it she seemed to be relaxing more into revealing it. "I think it wouldn't hurt to try, though," he offered. "Need seems to play some part in it, if it happens under great stress."
"Yes," he murmured, a little distracted by the pictures Remi's words painted, and a bemused smile on his face as he contemplated the creatures that the alchemist described. "She was a... a seabird of some kind, was she not?" Ronin had said as much when they had lamented the lack of trained sailors and boatwrights among the surviving Outlanders. Now that the barrier was down and there was a world to explore, the eastern ocean was one direction they might have gone... if their own ignorance and lack of skill didn't make it so difficult.
The sudden question had him blinking back to the present, a brow raising in surprise at the very serious question - but very fascinating one, nonetheless. "I... am not sure," he admitted slowly. "Many of the Attuned I met have been Outlanders, who arrived with a single animal form apparently chosen by the gods or chance when they passed through the portal. Of those who can take more than one form I know you, another who I suspect, and... myself," he acknowledged slowly, with a nod of his head. "Most of those I've met have been, like me, reluctant to divulge their, ah, secret very openly so it hasn't been something to easily talk about." Surely others must have come from worlds like Remi's, where shape changing was seen as commonplace? But even Naturals born to Caido didn't always seem willing to openly flaunt their choice of gods. Amalia had held her feline shape close at first, though as she became more familiar with it she seemed to be relaxing more into revealing it. "I think it wouldn't hurt to try, though," he offered. "Need seems to play some part in it, if it happens under great stress."
