>>5901773Nym and Devi do as you ‘requested’, seemingly unoffended by the outburst. They guide you to the shallow, rocky pond where the great moon-moths will one day take their first drink of their adult life upon their pupation. There, you kneel and gaze into the water at face changed and body altered. Your hair has vanished, replaced by prismatic plumage which frames a narrower face. Your neck is elongated you clothing half-melded into a body which ahs shrunk and stretched in odd ways. You realize with a start that your hands and feet have become feathered as well, your nails almost clawlike and toes receded to immobile nubs encased in feathers. Far from grotesque, though, you gaze upon yourself as see beauty, majesty, vibrancy.
Veloz hovers about you, looking at your reflection as well. Perhaps he, too, sees some of himself in you.
You laugh, in amusement and joy and triumph. It’s imperfect, but you know this is just the start…
A few months later, in a more perfectly-adjusted form, you take your first winged flight.
>Your choice of lunar familiar has granted you the ability to fly in Wildshape, though it requires concentration and is not especially fast, and cannot be done while casting spells or wielding weapons as it requires your arms to become wings“Ezreal Mious,” Nym asks you one day, ask you, they, and Devi are studying with one another out in an open plaza in a less-visited area of the Schoale, “may I ask you a question?”
“You—”
“In addition tot hat one, I mean to say.”
You pout, and say: “Spoilsport. But yes, go ahead. That’s the way we learn here, right? Asking, telling, sharing…”
“Did your time here teach you all that you wished to learn?”
You are startled by the question, and find yourself asking: “What do you mean?”
“It has been nearly a year,” Devi explains. “As the people of your world reckon time, approximately ten months have passed.”
“That can’t be…” you mutter. “It doesn’t… Well, nothing feels quite the same here. Has it really been that long?”
Both your attendants nod at the (mostly rhetorical) question. You frown and roll your eyes at the display, even if you really ought to be sued to it after—gods, ten months? Really?
You realize Nym (and Devi, too) are still awaiting an answer.
>Yes, you’ve learned what you came here to learn, and you will be ready to return home in two months’ time>No, there’s still something that you need to do before you leave [what? write-in opportunity for what to do with your remaining time]>Actually… You’re not sure you want to leave anymore, or at least not yet [remain another year]>Write-in 