To say he was nervous was an understatement.
He'd been planning and prepairing for this day, this moment ever since
he'd decided he was going to learn how to shapechange. Reading books and watching the television the bar proper supplied to all its patrons as well as
dreaming about the animal he would today become.
And now, the Seker had
sent him word that the time for planning was over; it was now or never.
He let out a sigh, which caused the flames in his miniature version of the Seker's Gate to splutter and nearly extinguish and closed his eyes.
No more meditation no more procrastination and no more hesitation.
It was showtime and Strahan would have to put in an appearance...
If he could just stop his stomach from fluttering he might actually succeed in keeping himself from vomitting out his anxieties...