I had been imprisoned for several days now. My captors were kind enough, but they clearly were not allowing me any chance at escape in lir-shape. The bars that formed the sole window of my admittedly-small room were too close together to allow for my falcon form - the smallest of my lir-forms - to squeeze through without causing harm in the form of ( Read more... )

It had been a few days since my capture at the hands of the strangers, and we had finally arrived at their camp ( Read more... )

I was still feeling weary from my extended flight above the forest. I was put in mind of what a falcon - a lir to a friend of the clan-leader's - had said.

"Lir-shape, as wonderful as it is, has its limits. Even a falcon can become tired if it flies for too long. You need to remember to rest yourself and not take lir-shape too soon after ( Read more... )

I'd been flying for several hours now, with no sign of a break in the endless sea of green trees that rushed by below me. I'd only recently spoken with Tasha. I'd told her that there seemed to be no end to the forest we'd found ourselves in ( Read more... )

The trek we were taking through the forest of strangers seemed like it was destined to never end.

Su'fali and his lir, Tasha were having no luck in finding their way out; a discussion involving my su'fali's realization that his lir-shape was not always suitable for the task at hand.

This prompted me to take action and find a way out of here by ( Read more... )

We woke up this morning to find ourselves in a strange land. Forests yes, but none we knew. The trees were different, and the people who lived amongst the trees were of a race unknown to us. They did not look like anyone who could claim to be Erinnish, Homanan, Solindish or Atvian. They certainly were not Ihlini, the accursed race, who followed the ( Read more... )