Azure
If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar
If you're a pretender come sit by my fire
If you're a pretender come sit by my fire
Taking not being shooed awy as invitation enough, Azure stood up from her mossy perch and approached the shape shifter. Clearly she'd missed a significant part of the show. "The gods must favor you, to be able to obtain so many." Azure had only ever asked one thing of the gods. Any good Halovian knows that an overreliance on dieties brings only trouble.
A smile appeared as he spoke of his transformations. He offered little information, but she filled the gap with her own imagination. Thoughts of what exprience such versatility can provide, the feelings it can evoke, made her awestruck.
His question seemingly brought her back from her musings, and she gave a quick nod in response. Then, her brows creased, and her hand went once again to pick at the scars on her neck. "My shift has many advantages. It makes me quick, mobile and incospicuous. It lets me see things normally hidden to the human eye." She looked over the stranger's numerous scars, reading them as experience she might draw from, if he felt generous. "It's just... Not any good in a fight." She took a step back. "Maybe I can borrow from your bag of tricks? As one Attuned from another."
Her body began to morph and compress, twisting and turning inch by inch into a modest little singing bird. She flew out of the grass in a flash, landing on the tree above, finding the way to a low branch that brought her face level with the Attuned. She let out a melodic chirp, something that might mean 'Over here' to someone who understood the tounge of birds.
A smile appeared as he spoke of his transformations. He offered little information, but she filled the gap with her own imagination. Thoughts of what exprience such versatility can provide, the feelings it can evoke, made her awestruck.
His question seemingly brought her back from her musings, and she gave a quick nod in response. Then, her brows creased, and her hand went once again to pick at the scars on her neck. "My shift has many advantages. It makes me quick, mobile and incospicuous. It lets me see things normally hidden to the human eye." She looked over the stranger's numerous scars, reading them as experience she might draw from, if he felt generous. "It's just... Not any good in a fight." She took a step back. "Maybe I can borrow from your bag of tricks? As one Attuned from another."
Her body began to morph and compress, twisting and turning inch by inch into a modest little singing bird. She flew out of the grass in a flash, landing on the tree above, finding the way to a low branch that brought her face level with the Attuned. She let out a melodic chirp, something that might mean 'Over here' to someone who understood the tounge of birds.
