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[Vastra]

There’s a small thrill of surprise when she looks back and sees that his feathered wings have been replaced with leathery ones of a magnificent size. And even more surprising when he is beside her and they change again, into those of a raven. She laughs a little out of sheer pleasure when he tucks them in close and goes for a dive and she’s close behind him, and the noise is followed a small whoop of joy escaping her as the wind rushes at her face. She had enjoyed her life as a mountain lion, had loved being a predator, but now she knows that she had not been whole. Along with her memories, she had missed flight. This was where she felt most at home, where she felt utterly alive. It’s a pleasure to share it with someone and she wishes this had been how they first met. She wishes this could be how she met everyone. He catches himself out of the dive but she drops further than him before catching herself - and as she catches she shifts. He’s not the only one who can change. As a golden eagle she twists and shoots past him - close enough, she hopes, to stretch out a talon and tug gently at a feather, or his tail, before she arcs up and away. v a s t r a

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@[brigade]