Jack has the all-mother's touch. Life-fire and stone's bones, all brightfuzzywarm. D'athe burbled happily a moment, a shiver of memory running along him, nose to tail-tip.
And permanent is permanent. If I loose a body, I hatch a new one. Old as stones, me. Not this body, but I am. Sometimes I'm larger, sometimes smaller, and sometimes I have wings, too. Phera and Ness are more set in their form, Wyrin's more like me.