[No, that didn't change anything. And he's quite sure she said that, even if it was very small and demure and adorable-no, no don't get off track. Not yet.]
[Fearing the worst, he starts to turn his head. The first thing he notices about this is just how far he can turn his head, his neck being several times longer and more flexible than his usual one. The second is how much hair there is down it- not exactly something he can stipulate being comfortable with- and the last, most marked one is that what he sees doesn't make any sense, at all.]
[Firstly, it's covered in that same greyish blue that his hand-stumps have gone, and it's fuzzy. Secondly, there are two sprouty fluffy things which are, undeniably, wings, sticking up out of it, feathers jutting in all directions like a cat's tail after it's had a door slammed next to it. Lastly, he's fallen over.]
AAAAAAAAH!
[There's a windmilling mass of feathers, hooves and blond hair before he somehow manages to get back into a position of pinning himself to the floor like a piece of roadkill, all four limbs splayed out to cling onto the grass as if it might buck him off any moment.]
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[No, that didn't change anything. And he's quite sure she said that, even if it was very small and demure and adorable-no, no don't get off track. Not yet.]
[Fearing the worst, he starts to turn his head. The first thing he notices about this is just how far he can turn his head, his neck being several times longer and more flexible than his usual one. The second is how much hair there is down it- not exactly something he can stipulate being comfortable with- and the last, most marked one is that what he sees doesn't make any sense, at all.]
[Firstly, it's covered in that same greyish blue that his hand-stumps have gone, and it's fuzzy. Secondly, there are two sprouty fluffy things which are, undeniably, wings, sticking up out of it, feathers jutting in all directions like a cat's tail after it's had a door slammed next to it. Lastly, he's fallen over.]
AAAAAAAAH!
[There's a windmilling mass of feathers, hooves and blond hair before he somehow manages to get back into a position of pinning himself to the floor like a piece of roadkill, all four limbs splayed out to cling onto the grass as if it might buck him off any moment.]
WHAT THE HELL?!