"It knew of my... heritage, as well," the bard admitted thoughtfully. "I hadn't realized it was strange, before. I'm a bit ashamed to admit that I hadn't considered at all, really, that the process that brought us here might have given us different forms entirely - or none at all." Knowing what they did about the portals now it was, frankly, even stranger to him to think that some came through as 'Attuned' when it seemed as though the Voice would have preferred Ascended, Accepted... perhaps even Abandoned, as they had once been, before their own assumption of power. He spoke calmly, politely making no obvious notice of Remi's delight at learning a bit more about the secretive oracle - his present, this time, instead of his past.
"Forms," he agreed dryly, lips quirking in wry amusement at Remi's open curiosity. Strange and unsettling as it felt to be talking about it, it was less painful than it had been the first few times. It was becoming easier with practice, perhaps, and with the acceptance and support of those he had told before. "One came when I wished desperately for wings or a means to climb. I wasn't thinking of any creature in particular, and perhaps I would have chosen something different if I had known that I could have controlled it, but I found myself shifting into a form that allowed me to rise to the occasion. The other..." He trailed off, smile fading to thoughtfulness as his eyes unfocused a little, remembering that night beside the river. "I... honestly do not know," he admitted slowly. "Though there is perhaps a certain... ah, inevitability? to it. I do not think I would have consciously chosen it, but subconsciously? Yes, I can see how it may have happened in that way." He tilted his head, coming back to the present as his gaze found Remi once more.
"What of you? The hawk was your choice, the lion was not, as I understand it? If you could choose a third what would it be? ...and why, if I may be so nosy?" As much to learn more about who Remi was as a person as to pry, though he wouldn't begrudge the young man for choosing not to answer all or part of his question.
"Forms," he agreed dryly, lips quirking in wry amusement at Remi's open curiosity. Strange and unsettling as it felt to be talking about it, it was less painful than it had been the first few times. It was becoming easier with practice, perhaps, and with the acceptance and support of those he had told before. "One came when I wished desperately for wings or a means to climb. I wasn't thinking of any creature in particular, and perhaps I would have chosen something different if I had known that I could have controlled it, but I found myself shifting into a form that allowed me to rise to the occasion. The other..." He trailed off, smile fading to thoughtfulness as his eyes unfocused a little, remembering that night beside the river. "I... honestly do not know," he admitted slowly. "Though there is perhaps a certain... ah, inevitability? to it. I do not think I would have consciously chosen it, but subconsciously? Yes, I can see how it may have happened in that way." He tilted his head, coming back to the present as his gaze found Remi once more.
"What of you? The hawk was your choice, the lion was not, as I understand it? If you could choose a third what would it be? ...and why, if I may be so nosy?" As much to learn more about who Remi was as a person as to pry, though he wouldn't begrudge the young man for choosing not to answer all or part of his question.
