He doesn’t seem particularly bothered by the idea that this could be a magic trick she is somehow doing, but his question is met with a low laugh and a shake of her head before she tilts it to the side a little - regarding him. “Gale. If I could grow extra body parts on you I would have given you another head to weigh you down or 50 legs to trip over during our battle.” She can’t quite help the smile that spreads at this visual as she speaks it.
When he stretched them out, the shape of the wings was familiar and she muses aloud about these thoughts - thinking about all the times she’s shifted into an osprey. “They actually look kinda like Erne’s wings…” She takes a step forward, driven by curiosity and a desire to touch them, to investigate closer, but a single step is all she makes before she appears to remember herself and remains stationary once more (but does not step back). Perhaps she’s thinking about how she probably reeks like death or how new this friendship is and how she doesn’t know the rules of it yet - Mazikeen wouldn’t even be able to guess at her own thoughts in that small moment. They’re a blur and she feels the same uncomfortable skip in her heart as when she had fumbled over her words earlier in the day (night? Unfathomable blackness?).
She does not pause long enough to give the uncertainty a chance to consume her.
“This isn’t me. And if you're not messing with me, I’d think you’ve got a bit of a shapeshifter in you.” Her tone is light and curious instead of accusing. Mazikeen’s experience with other magic is limited. Gale had played with her eyesight before, but could he do this? Was he playing at being surprised just to mess with her?
The world is filled with other traits, some she’s never even heard of, but shapeshifting is what she knows. It’s her default and it’s the only idea she has.
To demonstrate this idea, a pair of wings that match Gale’s unfurl from her sides and she stretches them out to their full length before folding them against her blood-splattered sides. The black colouring of the wings takes a little more concentration for her, but she thinks of the black osprey and hopes he doesn't mind.
@[Gale]