There was a sense of surprise quickly followed by calm acceptance to Remi's revelation; emotions were often shared through the telepathic bond and though Hadama was a quiet man he was not an intentionally secretive one.
Nor was he the type to back out once he'd set his mind to trying something, and his curiosity had not dimmed in the seasons since Remi had shown him the vision of the Greatwood in the setting sun. He waited for the magic to take hold and when it did...
... He looked around the Greatwood, in the Greatwood as a human would see it, for long moments, drinking it in. Eventually green eyes settled on Remi, taking in the changes there before turning down towards his own body. As if he'd needed proof that they were dreaming he floated just above the forest loam. "Some among my people can take a human form. Briefly." He tilted his head in consideration, looking to Remi once more as if fixing the man's shape in his mind before nodding to himself and willing the change in dreaming.
Tail became legs, formed as he had come to recognize them in his human acquaintances, but mostly hidden beneath a long skirt of gold-streaked manta skin wrapped around his waist that fell demurely to his ankles. (Less for modesty than self-conscious concern that his dream-legs were not quite right.)
"What is your favorite place here?" he asked then, trusting to his guide's experience in this strange and magical land.
Nor was he the type to back out once he'd set his mind to trying something, and his curiosity had not dimmed in the seasons since Remi had shown him the vision of the Greatwood in the setting sun. He waited for the magic to take hold and when it did...
... He looked around the Greatwood, in the Greatwood as a human would see it, for long moments, drinking it in. Eventually green eyes settled on Remi, taking in the changes there before turning down towards his own body. As if he'd needed proof that they were dreaming he floated just above the forest loam. "Some among my people can take a human form. Briefly." He tilted his head in consideration, looking to Remi once more as if fixing the man's shape in his mind before nodding to himself and willing the change in dreaming.
Tail became legs, formed as he had come to recognize them in his human acquaintances, but mostly hidden beneath a long skirt of gold-streaked manta skin wrapped around his waist that fell demurely to his ankles. (Less for modesty than self-conscious concern that his dream-legs were not quite right.)
"What is your favorite place here?" he asked then, trusting to his guide's experience in this strange and magical land.
