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3rd moon [written/action]

[The message in the journal is short, sweet, and to the point.]

I have breasts, and I have birds. May I please receive an explanation for this?

[Whether or not he receives one, Cecil will soon leave the house to visit the weapon shop. Then, spear in hand, ravens at his side, he'll patrol the village looking for either people he knows or terribly bloody battles. He's not very picky about it.]

[[ooc: Cecil is now a valkyrie! ...A relatively modern valkyrie, in fact. considering some of his powers. Comments will come from lunarvalkyrie .]]

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There is that, at least. That makes you luckier than that bed, I suppose.

[What, he doesn't want to be held gently against that very comfy bossom?]

You should. I have something to show off, and depending on your form you might be able to enjoy it along with me.

[He's seen the bed. Not too sure what to make of it. And no, really, he'll pass on Dad having a bosom. Again.]

I'll be there soon.

[Sure enough, some time later, a tonberry comes waddling up to the house, butcher knife and all.]

[When he sees that tonberry, Cecil almost, almost raises his spear. But he's nearly attacked enough people already today.]

...Ceodore?

[Ceodore nods while eying the spear. He knows he's stuck packing a sharp weapon, it wouldn't surprise him if half the house decided he needed to be a practice target.]

[Upon seeing that nod, Cecil puts his spear away. Very far away.]

At least you were given a knife to defend yourself. A fairy I've met earlier only received a rod she cannot use.

[Not much consolation there. He's a cute green thing with a knife. One that's way too small to reach anything edible in the kitchen and dammit, he's a growing boy who needs to eat all the time!

At least he can write in small spurts.]

What happened to you?

[Should he decide to point at any sort of food, Cecil will be more than happy to give it to him. He sighs.]

Lady with an affinity for spears, birds and battles, whatever that makes me. At least I still look human.

[Or half-human-that-can-pass-for-human.]

There is one advantage to this form, however.

What about the others? Is Selphie okay?

Rydia is still normal, Kain did not say, and Selphie is a stuffed toy. ...Also, your uncle is a Hummingway.

[That... is a lot to process. Tonberry will be staring at the ground trying to make sense of it all.]

There's an advantage to this?

[He's not really seeing it.]

Of course. When was the last time you had the chance to go flying?

[He guesses the Knight's Trial, unless something happened in Luceti.]

Not since I got here. We were on the Enterprise and...

[And he thought they'd crashed in Damcyan's desert.]

Will you be feeling up to a short flight, then?

[Please say yes, Ceodore, Dad likes having an excuse to fly.]

YES!!

[Someone's enthusiastic!]

Climb on, then.

[On this lovely swan, standing right where your father was five seconds ago.]

[Blink. How'd he do that? Wasting no time though, climbing onto the swan, trying to be careful with that infernal knife.]

[Did you have to take the knife along? ): Nevermind, off they go through the window. The village becomes pretty small pretty quickly, and Cecil circles it few times happily.]

[One benefit of being a small green thing, no airship hair! Fortunately no Porom around to nag about that either. Ceodore cheerfully forgets that he's not himself for the sake of being able to enjoy flying again. Too bad he can't talk to say so.]

[Even without words, Cecil understands the feeling perfectly. Being able to fly erases every disadvantage to this experiment, including the genderbending part of it. And since flying over the mountains and the ocean felt wonderful the first time, that's where he'll go again.]

[It's still hard to believe that ocean used to be that scorching desert he awoke in. Ceodore leans over for a better view, coming perilously close to falling off.]

[Cecil understands the wish for a better view, but he slows down slightly and raises his wings when he feels that. No falling off his back, thank you very much.]

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