[Week 17, Day 2]

[mightstealyrcar]

Who: Elfangor, Marco, and Matt
Status: Closed
Style: Prose
Where: Outside Yomisato
When: Week 17, day 2, afternoon
Rating: At least PG-13, I assume
Summary: Matt gets some overdue morphing lessons.

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[hirac_utzum]

Elfangor shifted his stalk eyes back and forth, an indecisive gesture. < It is a bit cold, yes. But once we start moving around more, you should warm up rather quickly. >

He watched Matt carefully. Was he feeling uncertain about this? They had been putting this off for some time now, but it had been approaching the point of willful negligence, and so they had all decided to work through this, to help Matt adjust to the unexpected change wrought by Elfangor's carelessness. Matt needed a greater variety of acquired morphs, needed to acclimate himself to the instinctive minds of the creatures he morphed. (Needed to protect himself against Elfangor's propensity for getting them into life-threatening situations.)

He truly wanted to be able to tell Matt that they could do this another time if he was not feeling up to it right now, but how much longer could they put this off for? They couldn't. It wasn't safe to go this long without getting a handle on this ability. And so he just reached out and laid a supportive hand on Matt's shoulder.

[guerrilla_morph]

When this little lesson was arranged, it of course had to be during the winter and when bandits going around is at a all time high. Became even less safe for Marco to go on foot when outside of the Hisato's walls, never mind the increasing discrimination he has been facing every day ever since that week of hell. In the end, it becomes a matter of safety. The natives are looking for people with lack of forehead markings, not birds that may or may not belong here.

So as Marco flies on, beating against the winter air with little to no thermals to ride on. Which tells Marco that maybe acquiring a bird morph as a practice morph today might not be the best one to try out.

With his superior eyesight, he spots Matt and Elfangor, looking just as equally miserable as Marco is right now. He folds his wings and dives, zooming past them slightly to get on top of a particularly large rook. He flares and with a slight scramble with his talons, lands relatively safely.

Rearranging his wings, he turns around to see them face to face.

< Hi guys

[mightstealyrcar]

Matt ducked his head, but reached up and covered Elfangor's hand with his own for a moment. "Thanks. I know I'll be fine, but that doesn't keep me from being a little nervous, y'know?"

He let his hand fall when he spotted Marco, probably way after Marco spotted them, and Matt hoped his blush could be explained away by the chill in the air. It wasn't that he was ashamed, it was just that some things were... private.

"Hey, man. Nice, um, body."

Matt still wasn't sleeping much, and suspected Elfangor wasn't, either. Was Marco? They'd all been through hell, lately, even if there were some surprises along the way that Matt wouldn't have traded for anything.

He tossed his cigarette away with what he hoped was a decisive motion. "Okay. Let's do this."

[hirac_utzum]

< Hello, Marco. > He still is not certain where precisely he stands with Marco, right now. Not after that... attack, when he would not face him, and then being thrown into that situation with the Mortrons. Beyond that, they have not exactly spoken much recently.

That is probably his own fault, though, for not reaching out sooner. But perhaps this, this working together to help Matt, will ease the tension that he feels.

< Which would you prefer first - to practice morphing the forms you've already acquired, or seek out new morphs to acquire? > Though it is winter, he had seen some creatures still active in the nearby woods when he'd gone to scout out an appropriate place to practice. Some hares, deer, birds... even some larger predatory species that he'd been careful not to get too close to, at the time.

[guerrilla_morph]

Marco is not sure of how to approach Elfangor either. After that attack, Elfangor didn't talked to him at all, which gives Marco the indication that he doesn't want to talk to anyone. (After all, if Elfangor doesn't want to talk to Marco, he doesn't want to talk to anyone at all.) Marco immediately ruffles his feathers as a bid to get warm. Thirty minutes - roughly, anyway - has passed.

< This? Oh, this is a osprey, one of the morphs we frequently use, especially when we have to go somewhere. It's been really handy for me when this place had nothing but wilderness and no restaurant-owning natives. This bird knows how to get fish on the dot. >

Marco turns to Elfangor, reminded on more pressing matters.

< Are you sure the time limit have been extended? It's not two hours in this place? >