"I was thirteen," Jag answered, and brushed another kiss on Val's jaw. "But it's still a work in progress." He changed the shape, the wolf's head morphing into a bird in flight. "It took me months to pull this one off, and I couldn't make it fly, at first." As if on cue, the wings started to beat, for all that the fire bird remained stationary.
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Date: 2015-11-15 03:25 pm (UTC)