Florien and Kutkha discover a changeling
Florin gave the fledgling raven a gentle pat cautiously holding her close as let a singular drop of his own blood drip down into the brass brazier resting in front of him. Fuzzy threads of magic formed in his mind. Focusing he followed them as they twisted in the air in front of him.
The magical connection between them deepened and he felt a momentary detachment from all his own senses. He found himself staring up at himself, but nothing was quite right. brilliant glints of silver roots came from his scalp. He squinted looking closer at the dimly lit visage. parts of it were familiar but a creeping realization took hold of him his face was subtly shifting its shape, like the nose hadn't fully decided on its form.
He came rushing back to his own mind, stumbling backward tripping over his own feet. His breathing hitched. The realization was closing in on him. It was too much to fathom. A monster... all this time he had been a monster. A facsimile of the real Florien ir'Litvin. A being of deceit and spycraft.
His hands shook, holding the bird away from himself trying to banish the truth. A choking sob was interrupted by a soothing voice speaking to him through that tenuous connection of magic he had just forged.
"Please don't cry, Why are you sad friend?"
