Harpy? Is that er, is that what I'm supposed to be? I just assumed I was some sort of...crow...person.
[He says it with a detached kind of interest, glances down at his ink-dark talons, the gleam of them bright in the cavern's eerie blue glow.]
Funny sort of dream. I can't say I've had one like this before but...well, you're right, I suppose. It should be easy enough, shouldn't it?
[There's the impulse in him to spread his wings again, the dark heft of them against his back a sudden insinutation into his consciousness. The desire for flight something close to physical suddenly, an ache somewhere behind his breastbone, a quick catch of breath at the thought of it. Only his near-miss with knocking the...dog...man...down has him hesitating. Unwilling to risk it again.]
no subject
[He says it with a detached kind of interest, glances down at his ink-dark talons, the gleam of them bright in the cavern's eerie blue glow.]
Funny sort of dream. I can't say I've had one like this before but...well, you're right, I suppose. It should be easy enough, shouldn't it?
[There's the impulse in him to spread his wings again, the dark heft of them against his back a sudden insinutation into his consciousness. The desire for flight something close to physical suddenly, an ache somewhere behind his breastbone, a quick catch of breath at the thought of it. Only his near-miss with knocking the...dog...man...down has him hesitating. Unwilling to risk it again.]
If I'm a harpy, that makes you a...?
[An empty pause, a gap waiting to be filled.]