* ALEX *
he can’t say he prefers the company of birds. but they are distinctly less complex than humans. and when he needs to clear his head, there is no better way than in the sky among friends. but these last few months, he has had little time to spare to get out of the restraints of his human form so he is grateful for five minutes to fly away and escape reality. it’s only now as he perches delicately on the end of a branch, razor beak tending to a feather matted by the wind, that he comes back to earth with a bump.
“which one of you is it this time ??”
onyx beads swivel in the direction of the voice, head twisted at a curious angle. he can’t explain what it is about the woman, alone in the forest, that unsettles him - other than that it’s straight out of a b class horror movie. whatever it is, his wings spread, ruffling feathers nervously and he hops down to a lower branch to be closer to her.
WITH A SHARP CANT OF HER HEAD, not unlike that of a bird itself, she was watching as Alex — bird as he was at the moment — hop his way down the branches and perch nearer to her; the recognition alone was enough to draw her attention, though birds were highly intelligent to begin with, and she stepped forward to offer a hand out towards him, like one might a frightened animal.
“I mean you no harm, I’m just curious... I had no idea, at least until I came here, just how creative my father could be...” Sarael could have spent aeons on earth wandering its surface and never encountered someone’s familiar before, but here in this town it was like a cluster of the supernatural — things he might not have intended to ever see the light of day yet had somehow come to pass.
“Do you prefer this form? I am sure I could find a way to communicate better if so...”
