Rachel is slightly less than pleased. Not that it's easy to tell. Maybe she's that eagle, soaring gracefully above your head. Maybe she's the wolf you caught a glimpse of loping through the trees
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A wave of fire is moving across the sky. At least it looks that way from a distance.
As it gets closer and closer (and closer) it isn't a wave. It has wide wings, a long tail, taloned feet, and a sharp beak. But it is made of fire and it is huge.
It also doesn't seem to have noticed Rachel's presence yet because it's circling high above over a nice landing spot.
Rachel's presence is somewhat low at the moment, after all. She's off the road, wandering a bit more in the fields. She'd passed fruit trees before and she's looking for some now.
What she has found instead, it seems, is a giant bird.
She descends strangely, at least strangely for a bird. Feet first, talons pointed, wings thrown out wide to the sides. As she comes down her center shivers with colors that aren't fire--greens and whites and pinks.
The fire seeping inward toward that spot, becoming smaller and smaller still. The talons becoming toes, and wings shimmering outside of arms. Feet landing on the ground with a hush that neither burns or scorches the grass.
The fire is her skin and then it isn't, its skin in the color of fire, then sinking further into her, changing even further, pale-pink skin and vibrants red hair beginning to fade in through even that.
It's going to take a while before she's gotten used to how comfortable people are with morphing here. Standing by a tree, still fully dressed, she lifts a hand.
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As it gets closer and closer (and closer) it isn't a wave. It has wide wings, a long tail, taloned feet, and a sharp beak. But it is made of fire and it is huge.
It also doesn't seem to have noticed Rachel's presence yet because it's circling high above over a nice landing spot.
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What she has found instead, it seems, is a giant bird.
On fire. But-- not.
Ish.
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The fire seeping inward toward that spot, becoming smaller and smaller still. The talons becoming toes, and wings shimmering outside of arms. Feet landing on the ground with a hush that neither burns or scorches the grass.
The fire is her skin and then it isn't, its skin in the color of fire, then sinking further into her, changing even further, pale-pink skin and vibrants red hair beginning to fade in through even that.
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Stares.
A lot.
It's going to take a while before she's gotten used to how comfortable people are with morphing here. Standing by a tree, still fully dressed, she lifts a hand.
"Hi."
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