He knows for sure now, nothing he does will help - not stopping the chase, not keeping up with her. His many shapes apparently made her think that he wants to eat her, or rather, that anything he claims will be a lie. With an undignified squawk, the falcon changes shape a last time - towards his normal form. The gold-spotted knabstrup hybrid huffs for good measure, following the yearling now in a much smoother gallop - and regretting not having taken this shape before he took the bird-form.
Nevertheless, it's done, and the spotted appaloosa honestly doesn't know what else to do to earn her trust, other than finding Eurwen or perhaps his dad - fairies know what happened to their mother, but she probably hadn't visited Eurwen for chitchat - nor got introduced to any of her grandkids. "I'm your uncle. I think." he tags the filly's pink-spotted hind, then makes a sharp turn for the right, bucking and rearing up a small hill before he comes to a stop, playfully sweeping his white tail towards her; he waits there, because the time for running, in his opinion, is quite over.
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
@[brienna]