Elias & Caden | Afternoon | Town Circle
It shouldn't surprise Elias that, of course, it was the Temple that determined what was good or bad for these shifters with so-called sacred forms. What meaning was there in being a songbird, anyway? What could they do that they could not in their human skin? There was flight, of course, but they were neither the swiftest nor the strongest fliers. They were prey. Then again, Elias had an incredibly skewed vision of the world, where those who could change their forms were concerned. It was a topic that was neither here nor there.
Elias sighed suddenly, his interest in Aurelle's strange religion waning. There would still be ice in Belailles around this time. He could be enjoying a coffee fortified with spirits after crawling out of a bed for two in the lazy afternoon. The room would be filled with the faintly earthy scent of sandalwood, under the burning birch. "It's pointless for anyone who isn't devout, then."