she had magic in her eyes even the stars envied
"Have you thought about asking for them back?" Amalia's question is gentle, soft, trying not to pry or hurt but wondering if it is something he would like. Some of the memories might be bittersweet, some might be sharp as broken glass, but they are the things that make them what they are, the compositions of the books of their lives.
Remi brightens, and Amalia does as well, smiling shyly at her friend he realizes the same thing she has. "I've gone flying with Jigano a few times, and Kiada. And I've known a few others who were birds, ah, before." That there are few bird shifters surprises the girl: here they are plentiful, one of the most common forms to take. "What did people usually chose, in your world?" she wonders, brows pulled tight in curiosity. "Did they have only one form?"
Remi brightens, and Amalia does as well, smiling shyly at her friend he realizes the same thing she has. "I've gone flying with Jigano a few times, and Kiada. And I've known a few others who were birds, ah, before." That there are few bird shifters surprises the girl: here they are plentiful, one of the most common forms to take. "What did people usually chose, in your world?" she wonders, brows pulled tight in curiosity. "Did they have only one form?"
