[open] well we could be friends, we could shake hands

[lumelume]

WHO: Mado and you
WHAT: he's back
WHEN: early Kingsway
WHERE: the Gallows
NOTES: man dog dog man bird

I. I keep 'em close (for Ellie)

Maker only knows how long he's been flying, or if he spent the whole time as a pigeon, but when Mado returns to the Gallows it's in this form, late at night, and he makes a beeline for a familiar window of the tower.
Fluttering onto the sill, he nudges the glass open with his beak, and, seeing that (I'm taking a liberty here) she's still awake, pecks lightly on the windowframe to alert her of his presence.

II. I keep 'em real close (OTA)

After a two-month absence, it feels strange to simply come strolling back into work and wave hello to everyone who may or may not have missed or even noticed he was gone, so Mado opts to ease back into his presence in the Gallows by spending most of his time in canine form. Those who greet him are bound to see a quick transformation and receive a hug (or a handshake, or simply a hello, whatever they prefer), but to all other parties there simply is a little brown and white dog where there wasn't before, trotting about the courtyard, sleeping by fireplaces and under carts, and occasionally sitting perfectly still to watch the passersby with an uncanny awareness in his canine face.

III. So no one can take them from me (OTA)

There's still one realm where his human senses outperform his canine ones, and that's up in the Scouting office, where Mado sits placid and cross-legged as he leans over what, at first glance, might appear to be paperwork: and on a closer look, one might identify it as the Trade alphabet, dutifully written over and over, with each iteration finding new clarity.

There is a separate parchment with very simple words copied from a book, and also his name in both its forms, Amador and Mado, written in careful columns to practice the shape of the words.

He seems quite serene as he works, but is never one to turn away an interruption.

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[foolsmakeitcolder]

Jude lifts his tail in a doggish wag, a wolf that speaks the language of many other creatures, and lopes after him. He'll never have that little bounce in how he moves, but he still manages to be playful.

[lumelume]

As it turns out, Mado-the-dog has most of the kitchen staff wrapped around his little dewclaw. They're a bit alarmed to see the size and wildness of his friend, but when he takes care to do his little circus tricks for them, any wariness that was there melts away and both canines make out handsomely, with a beef bone each.

It's later, after they've both gnawed their fill in the shaded space between towers, that Mado finally and tentatively transforms. He has questions, questions he can't ask as a dog, and he knows the wolf is no ordinary animal either.

[foolsmakeitcolder]

The kitchen staff are less familiar with Jude in his wolf form. Jude is scrupulously polite and makes a big show of tail-wagging and making sure not to pant -- a gesture that shows off his enormous sharp teeth -- and lets Mado do the "talking" for them both.

Later, Jude effortlessly cracks the bones for them both of them to enable them to lick out the marrow, and the two of them settle with their snack. Jude lifts his head to watch Mado transform, utterly unconcerned with the change and showing no surprise at his new form. He lets his tongue loll out in a smile (frightening, for strangers) and leans in to give his fingertips a friendly lick.

Without further ado, Jude gets to his feet, gives himself a shake, and changes -- into a very large, very nude man.

Unconcerned with that, given that they're mostly concealed from public, Jude holds out his hand to clasp Mado's with the warmth and familiarity of a brother, and settles back down in the grass.

"Jude. It's a pleasure."

[lumelume]

Equally unconcerned by Jude's state of undress, Mado instead looks quite happy with what he sees, beaming brightly as he warmly returns the hand clasp.

"Mado," he replies, "or Amador, if you're feeling formal." Once his hand is withdrawn again, he fidgets with the remains of the bone, picking at the ends of it in the manner of one who has difficulty keeping still at the best of times.

"I didn't know there were any others!"

[foolsmakeitcolder]

"None I've found," Jude confesses- though it's possible that Mado could be a rifter, he doesn't carry the scent of the Fade around him, something Jude's come to associate.

He passes over the remains of his bone, a small gift of a toy, utterly unconscious.

"But I've only been here a few months."

Long enough to know the area, but not long enough to venture far outside of it.

"Tales of werewolves, but nothing close enough to check on."

[lumelume]

Mindlessly accepting the bone, Mado uses it along with his own to drum absently on his leg, a syncopated rhythm that demonstrates some skill in the field.

"Oh, no, werewolves," he shakes his head, "they're something else, cursed. What we do isn't a curse, it's a choice." He pauses, realizing he's unwittingly spoken for Jude as well. "...is it?"

[foolsmakeitcolder]

"It is for me. The lines seem different here," Jude acknowledges, holding up his hand. The anchor shard shines there, enough to make his point.

"We're called "werewolves" at home if they want to be offensive. We call ourselves shifters. Usually, it's a choice."

[lumelume]

"Shifters," Mado repeats, as though trying out the word in his mouth. "I like that. We call it shapeshifting magic, which I suppose is sort of the same thing!" He grins agreeably.

"Did you choose the wolf?"

[foolsmakeitcolder]

"Was born to it," Jude answers, but by his smile, it's what he would have chosen anyway. He can't imagine being anything else.

"But I choose when to shift, my wolf doesn't take me over unless it's a very, very difficult situation."

Life and death, usually.

"Then your magic is something you learned?"

But he feels like a shifter, something deeper than scent.

[lumelume]

"How lovely," Mado enthuses, his eyes crinkling at the edges. To be born to it, and raised with it? A true gift.

"Yes. I was still something of a boy when I taught myself how-- I'd seen others do it, in my clan, so I knew it was possible."

[foolsmakeitcolder]

"Your clan?"

Jude's voice gentles, in contrast to how the rest of him sharpens. He's not one to hide his emotions, and clearly, the thought of a clan of others like them is reason for celebration.

At least until he realizes that Amador is here, and not with them.

[lumelume]

Even as a human, Mado has a good sense for the emotions of others, and he notices that change with a light quickening of his heartbeat. Someone who understands Clan is someone important, as though he didn't already know this of Jude.

"My mother's family," he explains, "the Dalish clan Souvera of Antiva. Do you know much about the Dalish?"

[foolsmakeitcolder]

"Only in passing. Nomadic clans that roam through the countryside and forests, keeping from civilization, train their own mages, keep halla as livestock and to pull their... land ships.

"Know the word, definitely gonna pronounce it wrong."

[lumelume]

Mado grins. "Aravels," he gently supplies, drawing his knees comfortably up to his chest. "My Keeper was a shapeshifter who could become a halla, and a wolf, like you."

[foolsmakeitcolder]

"They were able to shift into more than one animal?"

Jude sounds equally gobsmacked, and impressed.

"Where I'm from, that's not possible."

[lumelume]

"Oh!" Mado nods, lighting up, "so can I!"

[foolsmakeitcolder]

"Can you?"

That's what he'd smelled- among the grass and the dog and the human- mostly human-? Had been the scent of feathers.

"What else are you?"

Not what else can you change into? It's what else are you?

[lumelume]

Rather than answer verbally, Mado simply shifts; he becomes the rock dove, fluttering up from where he was sitting to perch on Jude's shoulder with an affectionate little coo.

[foolsmakeitcolder]

This time Jude does start, but then he lets out a loud laugh, free and thunderous and warm as a hot bath. He reaches up to stroke a fingertip along the dove's back, unsurprised by how soft the feathers are.

"Don't think I've ever seen a dove shifter before. Usually it's the corvids, the hawks."

[lumelume]

Fluttering up and off from Jude's shoulder, Mado becomes a man again at standing height, seamlessly settling back down across from Jude with a grin.

"People notice hawks, in the city," he explains, "and wolves. But a dog, a dove, a rat, they're invisible until they want to be seen."

[foolsmakeitcolder]

"Then you spend a lot of time in cities?" Jude asks; tilting his head to one side. It's a canine gesture, so is the hand on Mado's, like a paw on his knee.

City-dwelling seems at odds with the rest of him, but it's undoubtedly linked to the rest of whatever story he's lived through.

[lumelume]

Taking Jude's hand with an affectionate familiarity one would think comes after years of knowing one another, Mado nods. He strokes his thumb gently over Jude's knuckles.

"First Rialto," he explains, "in Antiva, where I lived since I was a boy. And now Kirkwall, where the sight of a wolf is equally alarming." He grins, "but not unwelcome."

[foolsmakeitcolder]

The touch feels familiar, the way his pack will lean or stroke or kiss a cheek in passing, will lean on each other when they speak. It feels like home.

"A smart choice," he says, his eyes softening. "Will you have forms, someday?"

[lumelume]

"Forms?" Mado tilts his head in the manner of a curious dog. Apart from different animals, he isn't sure what Jude means.

[foolsmakeitcolder]

"More animal forms," he corrects himself, because Charlie forgot to write a wholeass word.