It's all fun and games until... | Closed

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WHO: Adalia, Myira
WHAT: Charis has fun; Myira doesn't
WHEN: When the gang is heading to Tevinter
WHERE: The road to Tevinter
NOTES: n/a.

Travel is boring. Myira has decided that by the time they've been on the road a day or two. It means sitting on a horse (which is she not good at yet, despite Lakshmi's best efforts so far) or walking which is somehow worse because walking. She desperately longs to be able to fly more often but the itch that keeps her stuck in her human form doesn't seem to want to go away. At the very least in the evening she can change her skin and stretch her wings for a little. So when the group of Inquisitors has stopped and made camp and settled in for the evening, Myira takes some time to fly around in the fading light. It's not her favorite time to fly, but at least she's flying, right? She's spent a few minutes soaring around over the camp when something hits her and practically knocks her of the air. In fact, the only reason she isn't is that it's grabbing hold of her! She squawks and flails about in alarm, but whatever it is has her held tightly in scaly talons. Thankfully, nothing seems to be broken but she's trapped. She doesn't like this one bit--what if she gets carried off and no one finds her?

Myira makes more noises of distress as whatever has hold of her flaps its wings and circles the camp itself and slowly begins to descend downwards. It takes what seems like hours to Myira, but is probably more like minutes until at last the dragon (because of course it's a dragon) settles down next to Adalia. Myira flaps and squawks and the dragon makes a pleased sounding noise before offering his catch up to the half-elf woman. Look what he brought you, mom!

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Mom is not best pleased with the offering, frowning down at Charis with an exasperated expression.

"Charis, I've told you I don't like it when you bring me your dinner. Poor thing."

Despite her disapproval, Adalia makes no motion to free the bird clutched in his claws, instead gesturing between it and Charis' snout.

"Don't play with your food, kornari, eat it or let it go."

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As Charis moves to bring the bird upwards towards his snout there's a flurry of unhappy flapping and squawking from the bird trapped in Charis' talons. Panicked, even. As Myira flutters and flaps in her attempt to get free she starts to screech in panic.

"NO! NO EATING ME! LEMME GO! I AIN'T FOR EATING!" Please do not let your son eat her, Adalia. She wants to be alive longer. She still has so much to see and do!

"Lemme go!"

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Talking bird?

Talking bird!!!

Before Adalia can even tell him to, Charis drops the bird in his hand, backing away from it in alarm — and, it becomes clear, not inconsiderable distress. Eating birds when they're just birds is one thing, everyone has to eat, but a talking bird? One that's begging for its life? He's never seen a talking bird before!

Adalia, meanwhile, is staring at the bird in shock, blinking slowly.

"Uh... Are you — did you just — can you talk?"

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Before Charis can decide that he actually wants to eat the talking bird, Myira decides to turn herself into something that is definitely not food shaped by immediately shifting her form as soon as she's free. A indignant looking Myira flails her arms for a moment as she vents her panicked terror on Adalia.

"Of course I can talk! Why wouldn't I be able to talk--?" Please, sweet Skies, protect her from this sort of thing.

"And I'm NOT a snack! No eating me! Bad... uh... dragon?" She blinks at Charis for a moment before her attention whips back to Adalia.

"I'm part o' the damn Inquisition."

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That makes more sense to Adalia — the talking is still strange, but shapeshifting, that she's familiar with. Much more normal than a bird who just — talks.

"Well I can't talk when I'm a bird, why should you be able to?"

That's not the point, though, and Adalia steps around the girl-who-was-until-recently-a-bird to lean against Charis, who chitters nervously as she rests her palm on his crest and scritches absently at his scales. The contact seems to reassure him, and he slowly quiets, still watching the girl with some distress.

"You should have something that sets you apart from a normal bird when you're shapeshifted, neither of us could tell you were — what, a Rifter? Native?"

She looks the girl up and down in search of an anchor.

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"Mayhap on account of I was hatched a bird and not playin' at it. Ugh. UGH." She hop-skips to one side in an awkward way almost exactly like a bird. Looks weird on a human but there we are.

"Skies! I feel a little sick." She bends over, pressing a hand to her chest, then dry heaves once or twice. Thankfully, nothing comes up. Yet. When Adalia looks at her, clearly looking for an anchor, she holds up her hand to show it off. She straightens up afterwards, slowly trying to regain her composure.

"...I got one on my talon too. Jus' smaller, you know?" Myira asks, as if yes, Adalia knows exactly what that's like.

"So yeah, I ain't from around here. What about you?" She stares back at Adalia with a complete lack of tact or care, eyes boring into the other woman as she slowly begins to calm down a little.

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Sure, Adalia knows exactly what it's like to have her anchor on a talon. Totally normal, totally a thing she has experience with. She watches Myira heave with a modicum of concern, though she doesn't step any closer.

"I've been here a while, but no. I'm not native either." Holding up her own shard hand, Adalia wiggles her fingers. After a moment, she leans forward a little, reaching up to her hair.

"You really should have something to show you're not a normal bird when you're bird-shaped. I have this feather in my hair, see —" she lifts the braid in her hair to show off the cardinal-red feather braided into it, "It stays no matter what shape I take. Whether I'm a person or a bird or a wolf, I always have a red feather somewhere. It makes it easier to tell me apart from animals, so nobody hurts me."