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[iambetadraconis]

Should've found him by now, he thought, wondering where the rat was, and if Asar-Suti had even received that note.

A rustle at his feet a half hour later brought back the confirmation. And he was relieved as he offered the rat a cookie and sent it on its way. Time was of the essence; it could not be wasted.

Checking that everything he intends to bring with him in place [an activity that gives him something to do since it's really unnecessary to do so], he heads outside.

With a bird book in his hand.

He'll just open it up to a random page and hope that it'll be something he won't mind becoming.

If he can help it he'd like to not become a vulture today.



[This post has been Millitimed to the 13th of September.]

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Bird-forms, eh?" Asar-Suti said, coming out of the bar proper, a huge wine glass nearly full of something purple in his hand. "What's the hurry?"

[iambetadraconis]

He looks up. Wine glass?

Oh Merlin he's not considering drinking and flying is he?

"Yes, and I don't think I'll be in this bar much longer, that's why. Going home soon."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Like your brother already did," Asar-Suti said. "Well, I just hope you come back all right, and he doesn't come back at all. You think bird-shape will help, right? What kind of bird?"

[iambetadraconis]

"Please don't remind me," he says, knowing that Rodolphus is probably having himself a good time at the expense of others. And waiting for his little brother to return.

"It has wings, it flies. How useful is a bird?" he asks, trying to effect an annoyed tone to hide the chill in his heart. "Let's see. I brought this bird book with me to help me pick one. Unfortunately there's too many to choose from, so I'll just have to pick at random."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Don't be a sparrow - too little," Asar-Suti said, sighing. "Or an albatros. Being a vulture might have its disadvantages, too, same with swans."

[iambetadraconis]

"You talk like you've got bird experience," he mutters, flipping the pages back and forth. "I don't want to be a vulture. I do not need reminding of what I once was, and a vulture would."

Swans? Graceful in the water and in the air, but if you don't have access to water taking off might be a challenge.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Of course I've got bird experience," Asar-Suti said, spontaneously turning into a penguin. "I once managed to escape the hunter of the Valar and his hounds by spontaneously turning into a hawk. I had been a mountain cat at the time, and they were all after me."

[iambetadraconis]

Right.

He flips through the pages again, happening on a small bird of iridescent plumage.

"What about this?" he asks, pointing out the swallow.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Yes, we can do that," Asar-Suti said, changing back.

[iambetadraconis]

Good. Selection made.

Now let's get to work.

He pauses to memorise the shape and all its details. The more he remembers the more he'll look like the actual bird.

This takes a few minutes. There's a lot to remember.

"I'm ready now."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Then I will change you," Asar-Suti said. "Remember this transformation well, as before!"

He took the book off Rabastan, looked at the swallow, a drew a smoky rune in the air, long and wiggly.

Not surprisingly, Rabastan turned into a swallow.

[iambetadraconis]

That's a rather weird sensation.

As a wolf or a horse he's always been large.

Being ... small is....

Most unusual.

This is different! he says as he twitters and flits about.

Took to this flying business rather quickly didn't he?

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti changed into a raven, and followed Rabastan up into the sky.

You're doing this well, he observed. Finally, a body that worked naturally for the one who shifted into it, as it ought to be.

[iambetadraconis]

Naturally. Or perhaps it's because when he shrank his new body became situated where his human head once was.

Yeah. I am. Aren't I?

Fall. Or fly. Now that's motivation to learn!

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Oh yes - suddenly, everything was easy and natural?

Follow me, quoth said the raven, and flew off.

[iambetadraconis]

How silly it was to think it was going along this smoothly!

Of course, he says—

—realising that steering this body isn't as simple as it looked when he was just trying to keep from crashing into the ground.

It's like it's caffeinated or something.

Oh. There's also this obsession the bird has with flying insects...

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Come along, little thing, the raven laughed, croaking, as he flew along.

[iambetadraconis]

Rabastan zipped along.

Dangit this body is highly energetic!

Wow. Uhm. How. Do you steer this body? It's rather ... hair-trigger.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Just follow me, bird-brain! the raven laughed.

[iambetadraconis]

Hey! That's not nice, feather head!

Zip zip zip. There he goes!

Straight lines? What are those?