THE GHOST IN THE SHELL \\
And there we go—Aamu wonders if he'd go insane, then. He's really ill-prepared for this. Hasn't spent nowhere near enough time shifted into powerful animals, even though he's always greatly enjoyed it. "Ah," he ends up saying, thinking he was going to ask about something else, but Sunjata's neck is shifting. The soft light catches on hard scales, and Aamu shamelessly leans across the bar to peer closely at them. "Neat," he breathes, before sitting back at a more respectable distance.
"So... how strong are these instincts? Even if I were to stay in it for, say, days, would I retain enough presence of mind to do what I meant to? What, uh, what does it eat?" Aamu doesn't need to, but a borrowed shift is not Ascended. It is flesh and blood, and requires sustenance. And somehow, he doesn't think a dragon would want things like boiled potatoes and salted pork.
"So... how strong are these instincts? Even if I were to stay in it for, say, days, would I retain enough presence of mind to do what I meant to? What, uh, what does it eat?" Aamu doesn't need to, but a borrowed shift is not Ascended. It is flesh and blood, and requires sustenance. And somehow, he doesn't think a dragon would want things like boiled potatoes and salted pork.
