12-22-2019, 02:32 PM
Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
He can tell his son is uneasy, but it’s not before they wade into the water and he speaks up that Aodhán can tell why. He stops, looking him over - scales and teeth alright; definitely a sea hunter, whatever his form. He grins at the question. ”It may be a little straining, but it doesn’t hurt. It’ll be as natural as breathing once you get used to it.”
With that, he leaps forward, his legs shrinking and replaced by fins, and a large white shark waits for Aeolus in the water. Sharp teeth grin at the boy before he turns to swim away a little further, waiting to see what exactly it is that Aeolus might become. It seems safer, to Aodhán, to take a known, regular form like the shark first, and then shift into whatever Aeolus turned out to be.
With that, he leaps forward, his legs shrinking and replaced by fins, and a large white shark waits for Aeolus in the water. Sharp teeth grin at the boy before he turns to swim away a little further, waiting to see what exactly it is that Aeolus might become. It seems safer, to Aodhán, to take a known, regular form like the shark first, and then shift into whatever Aeolus turned out to be.
@[Aeolus]