shapeshifting [★] gold

[alaire]

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F a o d a i l. n.
"Mademoiselle!" The boy nearly tripped over his paws, scrambling towards the friendly rouge who found him the other day.  Pure fascination illuminated his amber eyes as he realized an essential piece of information about the badger.  She shared his ability to change her shape at will.  Alaire grinned wildly, pleased in a place of indifference to the other druid's fear of the ability and her failure to shift into her originally intended shape.  "Mademoi- Breena, Miss Breena, I can do that too!"

"Je peux le faire aussi!" Bubbling over in excitement, the youth focused for a moment on the memory of feathers, wings and talons.  Alaire remembered flying as a young merlin for an immeasurable amount of time to escape the fire in his home.  With a triumphant flutter of feathers, the boy shifted, practically launching himself into the sky immediately afterwards.

"Voir? I try really hard at it." The ability to shapeshift happened to be Alaire's only power at the time; he recalled vividly his father's talent of manipulating the air but neither himself or Aine seemed to share it.  He enjoyed the change immensely however, finding the ability to morph entertaining and useful all at once.  "I never knew anyone else who could," he admitted, scuffing the ground with a talon.  After a moment, the faerie breathed and let himself return to his true form.

"My sister can, I think.  She wants to be a druid, so I'm sure she can, or she'll learn." Surely, he believed.  "Miss Breena? Are you a druid too? Or do you just like to shapeshift? I know others have that ability too, but it's something cool I know some druids can do!"