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"So far everyone I have spoken to was brought over...close to what they were before. From Northaven anyhow, those with magic retained it,. though I heard from some that they were weakened...those who were shapeshifters like myself retained their shift..." Chewing the inside of his lip thoughtfully, Remi glanced across to the bard with his head tilted. "But .... how could it know?' He mused, his expression almost worried.
Remi picked upon the fact that the bard did not openly give up what his forms were, and so the alchemist did not ask. Instead he just nodded, trying not to read anything into Jigano's words or expressions, since it seemed clear whatever other details there were, were not meant for him. Or not yet, at least. "Hmm." He offered thoughtfully, unsure what to make of Jigano's explanation without more details.
"Oh no. The hawk was not my choice. We did not choose, though there did seem to be a certain...logic to it, I suppose. My parents both had avian shifts, so I was not surprised when I became what I am." With an embarrassed laugh, the alchemist's cheeks reddened slightly as he looked down, clearing his throat softly. "I do have a third. A raccoon, actually." He added with another small uncomfortable laugh. "Perhaps it makes sense in a way, since they are crafty and good with their hands. Although the first time I shifted was after I had been attacked and Sam had to carry me to Isla—" Both of those names made Remi's smile tighten slightly, but quickly it evened back out. "So another shift of convenience?" He wondered with a shrug.
"But if I could chose another..." Unaware of the potential parallels, Remi merely smiled a wide and boyishly adoring and private sort of smile. "A fox, perhaps? I have a friend who is one...sometimes we hunt together as hawk and fox, but sharing the ground with him might be nice as well."
Remi picked upon the fact that the bard did not openly give up what his forms were, and so the alchemist did not ask. Instead he just nodded, trying not to read anything into Jigano's words or expressions, since it seemed clear whatever other details there were, were not meant for him. Or not yet, at least. "Hmm." He offered thoughtfully, unsure what to make of Jigano's explanation without more details.
"Oh no. The hawk was not my choice. We did not choose, though there did seem to be a certain...logic to it, I suppose. My parents both had avian shifts, so I was not surprised when I became what I am." With an embarrassed laugh, the alchemist's cheeks reddened slightly as he looked down, clearing his throat softly. "I do have a third. A raccoon, actually." He added with another small uncomfortable laugh. "Perhaps it makes sense in a way, since they are crafty and good with their hands. Although the first time I shifted was after I had been attacked and Sam had to carry me to Isla—" Both of those names made Remi's smile tighten slightly, but quickly it evened back out. "So another shift of convenience?" He wondered with a shrug.
"But if I could chose another..." Unaware of the potential parallels, Remi merely smiled a wide and boyishly adoring and private sort of smile. "A fox, perhaps? I have a friend who is one...sometimes we hunt together as hawk and fox, but sharing the ground with him might be nice as well."
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
