You sit there in the quiet for a while, watching the movement of his feathers and bones, glowing with your new gifts. He’ll turn your fingers back to normal soon, won’t he? Of course he will. You’ll have to cut your hair and burn it so no one notices it’s happened, but for now, you are magnificent and strong, a baby monster at his feet, growing from his power, the fear ebbing and flowing in you like a cosmic sea.
