The male below him seems a little startled, perhaps he is afraid to scare away the colourful bird, or perhaps he is unsure whether it is horse or bird talking. In fact, Aodhán can’t truly say he is either - he is a shapeshifter, that’s what he is, and not one form defines him any more than another.
The bird flaps his wings in response to the question about flying, giving a small nod before responding. ”The weather here is steadily warm as always, so it’s not hard to find a lifting current.” he tells the black. Technical wing and wind talk might not really explain much to the walking bush however, and he changes tactics. ”I wouldn’t have picked this shape on a stormy day. Yours seems much more suitable.” Hopping off the horse, he changes into a white elk with the metallic golden markings now transferred to his antlers; perhaps the mirror reverse-image of Velkan, lacking the flowers. ”There, now we’re eye to eye.” A lazy, handsome smile spreads across his features, the laugh still in his emerald eyes. ”My name’s Aodhán.”
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
@[Velkan]