Korbin admonishes me rather sharply, and looks like a bird sulking. I want to express my apologies, but then my attention is pulled elsewhere, and silence prevails over me as I look to Loren.
Occasionally I nod, like when he confirms that it was Korbin's voice I heard earlier. But mostly I just watch, trying not to look too much like a stunned fish out of water as I absorb everything this man (Mage? Wizard? Warlock? Deity?) has to say. I watch his demonstrations with quiet surprise, though I am not just surprised at the fact that magic is literally a thing and it is happening right in front of me.
I am surprised because, of all things, I feel a quiet, but steady thrum of excitement within me.
To learn that I myself may have been changed by the journey I was unwittingly, unwillingly taken on, is probably the best news I could have expected. I mean, at least I wasn't dead, right?
Anticipation rises as Loren demonstrate his various techniques, and then he speaks of shifting, of his body actually morphing into other forms, and I (without disturbing Astra on my lap) lean forward so as to be sure not to miss anything.
A veterinarian's dream is to know exactly what it is a creature goes through, exactly what they experience, from their sharpened senses, to their instincts and size. To learn that such a thing isn't just possible, but to see it demonstrated right before my eyes, is news that, honestly, thrills me.
"Whoa," I breathe the exclamation out, admiring the transformation demonstration that has occurred before me, looking at the space where a man once stood taller than myself and then directing my gaze down to where a honey badger now exists. I hear his message, I welcome it this time, and while I haven't a clue as to how to reply in any other way except vocally, I do so with the first proper full-mouthed grin on my lips: "That's fucking awesome."
Occasionally I nod, like when he confirms that it was Korbin's voice I heard earlier. But mostly I just watch, trying not to look too much like a stunned fish out of water as I absorb everything this man (Mage? Wizard? Warlock? Deity?) has to say. I watch his demonstrations with quiet surprise, though I am not just surprised at the fact that magic is literally a thing and it is happening right in front of me.
I am surprised because, of all things, I feel a quiet, but steady thrum of excitement within me.
To learn that I myself may have been changed by the journey I was unwittingly, unwillingly taken on, is probably the best news I could have expected. I mean, at least I wasn't dead, right?
Anticipation rises as Loren demonstrate his various techniques, and then he speaks of shifting, of his body actually morphing into other forms, and I (without disturbing Astra on my lap) lean forward so as to be sure not to miss anything.
A veterinarian's dream is to know exactly what it is a creature goes through, exactly what they experience, from their sharpened senses, to their instincts and size. To learn that such a thing isn't just possible, but to see it demonstrated right before my eyes, is news that, honestly, thrills me.
"Whoa," I breathe the exclamation out, admiring the transformation demonstration that has occurred before me, looking at the space where a man once stood taller than myself and then directing my gaze down to where a honey badger now exists. I hear his message, I welcome it this time, and while I haven't a clue as to how to reply in any other way except vocally, I do so with the first proper full-mouthed grin on my lips: "That's fucking awesome."
Chulane
