[ It surprises her,the sudden shift, but she only jumps a little. She's also smiling once the initial surprise leaves her. She holds out her hand for the newly-shaped bird. ]
[ Her free hand rises to join the other, using the back of the knuckles of one finger to stroke Kitty's head lightly. Then she smirks, ] Don't let it ruffle your feathers.
Oh, I'd very much like to see that. I thought that the Barrayarans were hardly capable of joking in a way that's not ridiculously dark. Even Gregor has a very dark streak to him, doesn't he...
Him and Aral more than most, I would imagine. [ Cordelia's smile doesn't fade so much as sobers. She could imagine quite a lot, even if she didn't already know the details. ]
As adorable and interesting as your new powers are, I'd like to see your face.
[ She lifts her hand to pet Kitty's head with a fingertip, her voice growing softer. ] Or perhaps you're still working on the second half of "safe and sound"?
[ Oh. The mouse's head lowers; she looks away. Still human, underneath it all - forgetting that you can't exactly read a mouse's expressions. ]
No, I'm...sound. Everything is fine. It's just a little hard, you know. It takes a lot more energy to be something big than it does to be something small.
You know, I've found that when someone says "everything is fine", it's usually the opposite. Why would being in your normal body take more energy than shifting shapes?
You know. It's sort of like - the physical kind of...presses down on the spiritual. Bigger means that there's more...physical matter to drag down my spirit. Sort of. I think.
[ She lowers her hand and Kitty to the floor just in front of her legs. Cordelia doesn't move to get up though, remaining on the ground with her legs crossed. ]
[ And the mouse hops off her hand and onto the floor. There's a moment's pause - while she thinks about it, thinks about whether she can do this - and then she takes a breath and changes forms again.
The woman who sits opposite Cordelia with her legs curled up, a little painfully, is odd-looking. She's hunched and thin and frail like an old woman, and she has the hair and skin of an old woman. But her eyes are clear and bright, and her voice is light and girlish. And there's something undeniably girlish about the way she sits, too. An unselfconscious youthfulness. ]
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[ She flickers suddenly from cat form into the form of a sparrow - a reaction to her embarrassment. ]
I'm - really sorry about that, really. I suppose that made me - I'm not some creep or something like that, I promise.
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Teasing, love.
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Right, I know. I just...don't want to seem...You know.
[ Like a perv. ]
Like I don't respect your privacy. I definitely, definitely do.
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[ Her free hand rises to join the other, using the back of the knuckles of one finger to stroke Kitty's head lightly. Then she smirks, ] Don't let it ruffle your feathers.
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Oh, that was awful, Cordelia...Please tell me you haven't got some secret love of punning.
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Aral's better at it than I am when he wants to be, but that was just begging to be used.
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Aral? Really? Puns? Him?
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Not all the time, of course, just when he's in a good mood for it. Though I guess his darker humor isn't immune either.
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But you know what I'd like to see?
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What?
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[ She lifts her hand to pet Kitty's head with a fingertip, her voice growing softer. ] Or perhaps you're still working on the second half of "safe and sound"?
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No, I'm...sound. Everything is fine. It's just a little hard, you know. It takes a lot more energy to be something big than it does to be something small.
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[ She hesitates just a little too long. ]
You know. It's sort of like - the physical kind of...presses down on the spiritual. Bigger means that there's more...physical matter to drag down my spirit. Sort of. I think.
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My normal body...isn't my normal body any longer.
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I was...sort of...changed.
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All right. Put me down.
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The woman who sits opposite Cordelia with her legs curled up, a little painfully, is odd-looking. She's hunched and thin and frail like an old woman, and she has the hair and skin of an old woman. But her eyes are clear and bright, and her voice is light and girlish. And there's something undeniably girlish about the way she sits, too. An unselfconscious youthfulness. ]
Like this. This is what I look like now.
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