"...but I keep trying to tell you!" Bird explained again to Child and Mith. They had been at it for a half an hour, Mith insisting that Bird could do it, "if only she tried", and Birdie telling him, "No Mith, it doesn't work that way, at least for me it doesn't!"
I've told you and told you; I don't choose the shape, the shape chooses me." Bird was suddenly very, very tired. She found herself missing Kali, and Levanto, and the sea.
Mithadan suddenly sweeped the papers off the desk, and slammed his fist down. The room became very silent. Mith had been trapped too long in this luxurious, but small cage while others had taken action. The fact that Bird had taken a tour of the city at night had not improved his temper one bit.
"Very well then." he said slowly. "Perhaps you would like to explain to us just exactly how these shapes 'choose' you. There must be something that triggers this phenomena. Something that causes your body to decide that it would very much like to try taking the form of, say - a neekerbreeker."
"Yes, Mith. There is." Birdie said quietly
"Well then what is it!"
"You have to try to kill me."
[ August 06, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]
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