[ He cows in a huff, and flies away - to perch on a slightly higher branch of a different tree. He can't really leave her, even when all she does is mock him.
He worries for Aurora as well, but his mind is more concerned with the dangers that may be lurking in this unfamiliar environment at the moment. She has magic to deal with whatever comes at her in their own realm, he knows. But what of whatever comes at her here? And he's got no magic to call his own, no way of helping unless he's transformed into something of use. He used to be satisfied in his body, he reveled in it, loved it. Now it never feels like quite enough, while any other form never feels quite right. What 16 years of transformations can do to a bird.
He watches her from his perch, curious to see what she'll do and discover next, his indignity already slipping out of his mind. ]
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He worries for Aurora as well, but his mind is more concerned with the dangers that may be lurking in this unfamiliar environment at the moment. She has magic to deal with whatever comes at her in their own realm, he knows. But what of whatever comes at her here? And he's got no magic to call his own, no way of helping unless he's transformed into something of use. He used to be satisfied in his body, he reveled in it, loved it. Now it never feels like quite enough, while any other form never feels quite right. What 16 years of transformations can do to a bird.
He watches her from his perch, curious to see what she'll do and discover next, his indignity already slipping out of his mind. ]