Phouka shrank as well, disappearing inside his clothes and emerging a sleek raven with glossy black feathers and a sharp beak. Most of the time he could not be understood unless he was in his man-form but Winter understood the songs of birds. Even the rasping caw of a raven.
"Through the mirror, little one?" he asked, hopping about on the floor. He loved bouncing, and he flapped his wings experimentally.
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Date: 2015-12-16 03:09 am (UTC)"Through the mirror, little one?" he asked, hopping about on the floor. He loved bouncing, and he flapped his wings experimentally.