To be fair, dude, you left it wide open. Astarion is silenced by the
question, though. It's difficult to describe spellcasting when you're an
elf and it's intuitive.
"....Focus on the necklace," he says. "Imagine your body taking on that new
shape - will it to happen. That force of intention should trigger the
enchantment. The same process when you're done."
Wide open. He will learn one day. For now, he does what Astarion says. Fortunately, he has experience in using the magic the Outsider gave him, so the process isn't so foreign.
He reaches for the power in the necklace instead of within and seems to find a well of - something. It isn't his and it isn't the Outsider's, but it's certainly a kind of magic. He focuses on the way that ravens look, how they move and fly.
There's a rush of air and light and Corvo the raven fluffs his feathers on the deck, spreading his wings out as if showing off to his companion.
He flutters his wings a bit, getting used to the sensation of them. There's a flurry of movement (and a little undignified squawking) and he manages, quite clumsily, to make it up onto the railing.
Step one complete.
But here he focuses and spreads out his wings, flapping them as he launches off of the railing and onto the deck.
And it fucking works. He bobbles as the surprise gets him, but manages to stay aloft.
Astarion watches him fly - with a little fledgling awkwardness, but flight
all the same. Truly, while he likes having a potion or scroll in his back
pocket to let him fly in his own body, this is the kind of method he thinks
Corvo will make better use of than himself.
Corvo is in heaven, if he believed in such a thing. He tries turning, tries living in this new dimension that seems so effortless. Being a fish helped prepare him for the skies, at least.
He finds Astarion again and, just to show off, dives down to try and land on his shoulder.
Astarion extends his arm just in case he needs a little more surface area
to work with, but his sense of his own size and reach already seems quite
decent. He supposes shifting between bodies is a decently transferable
skill.
"You can do this once a day," he reminds him. "But once you've shifted, you
stay shifted until you change back. Shall I leave you to spend a little
more time getting acquainted with the new body?"
He lands as delicately as he can on his arm, but tries not to rip the shirt with his claws.
In response, Corvo leans in close and gently touches his beak to Astarion's jaw. A thank you, given in a much more succinct way than he ever could express with words.
Delighted and eager, he spreads his wings again and pushes off, clearly content to spend the afternoon in flight.
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To be fair, dude, you left it wide open. Astarion is silenced by the question, though. It's difficult to describe spellcasting when you're an elf and it's intuitive.
"....Focus on the necklace," he says. "Imagine your body taking on that new shape - will it to happen. That force of intention should trigger the enchantment. The same process when you're done."
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He reaches for the power in the necklace instead of within and seems to find a well of - something. It isn't his and it isn't the Outsider's, but it's certainly a kind of magic. He focuses on the way that ravens look, how they move and fly.
There's a rush of air and light and Corvo the raven fluffs his feathers on the deck, spreading his wings out as if showing off to his companion.
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Astarion laughs softly, leaning one hand in the railing.
"Very nice, darling," he says. "Give flying a try, perhaps?"
That's why he invited him up here, after all.
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Step one complete.
But here he focuses and spreads out his wings, flapping them as he launches off of the railing and onto the deck.
And it fucking works. He bobbles as the surprise gets him, but manages to stay aloft.
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Astarion watches him fly - with a little fledgling awkwardness, but flight all the same. Truly, while he likes having a potion or scroll in his back pocket to let him fly in his own body, this is the kind of method he thinks Corvo will make better use of than himself.
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He finds Astarion again and, just to show off, dives down to try and land on his shoulder.
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Astarion extends his arm just in case he needs a little more surface area to work with, but his sense of his own size and reach already seems quite decent. He supposes shifting between bodies is a decently transferable skill.
"You can do this once a day," he reminds him. "But once you've shifted, you stay shifted until you change back. Shall I leave you to spend a little more time getting acquainted with the new body?"
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In response, Corvo leans in close and gently touches his beak to Astarion's jaw. A thank you, given in a much more succinct way than he ever could express with words.
Delighted and eager, he spreads his wings again and pushes off, clearly content to spend the afternoon in flight.