As wings settled down, the black bird nodded back to the doctor. Their shifts opposites that held an ordained hint to their very nature. Before the ink black wings could settle into place again he swooped down from his perch. The form ashed into a cloud of ember-laden dust swept away by the sea air to reveal Kennet walking out from inside it. It made no difference to him to be bird or man as neither form played as more than illusions of what the Djinn wished for others to see.
"You did not join the dinner?" As many employees that sat around the tables of the dining hall for the special intricate meal (of whom no one knew who cooked it) the same amount had not felt the draw to eat.