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[Avelina]

Pride does swell in her at his words, but it’s a gentle sort of pride. Avelina marvels in the shapes she can take on, the way she can fly, swim, and climb. One of her favourite things to do is to become a finch and marvel at what the world is like when you are so small and can flit about among the leaves of both trees and small shrubs with ease. She has tried smaller animals too, but they come at the risk of being hunted and at least as a finch, she can fly away. Avelina responds readily to the idea of the game that Skandar proposes, and her eyes light up with delight. There’s no hesitation at all as she exclaims her willingness to try this out. “Okay!” She wonders, briefly, if she’ll be able to take on more fantastical shapes in this dream - or if she’ll still just have her normal abilities. Both have happened to her so there’s really no way to guess. She thinks seriously for a moment about all the different shapes she’s seen and tried. In the end she does not opt for a small finch and neither does she try for a dragon. With a light laugh she rises up on her hind legs and then black feathers ripple over her body as it shrinks and she becomes a black swan. She flaps her white-lined wings and they stir the fireflies with their graceful movements. Of course, she is quick to settle her wings as soon as she notices this, her long neck curving with its movement as she checks on the little insects. None appear to be worse off, though, and Avelina relaxes and turns her attention back to Skandar. Her eyes are the same, soft and green and bright with a smile as she waits to see what he’ll do. avelina

@[Skandar]