Briar blinked in surprise, staring at her with soft eyes. "You too, huh?" Still, he wasn't quite sure he wanted to completely give up this medallion. The "power of the stars" did appeal to him, but the medallion had been his for as long as he could remember. His direct family was connected to it, his sister, father, and mother. The parents that his grandfather refused to talk about, and the sister that he had refused to acknowledge. He didn't exactly believe in superstitious things like a dead person's spirit connected to an object, but it was a nice thought.
Regretfully, Briar turned to the stone, breaking the medallion from its thin chain, gazing at the pig in the middle. "I'll do it, but I'm not going to like it." Before he could change his mind, he placed it in its own slot, and stood back. After a few seconds of nothing, he turned to the tiger girl with an inquisitive look. "Now what...?" In a flash, Briar felt himself fall to his hands. Except, when they touched the ground, they weren't hands anymore. Briar snorted, wiggling his snout and kicking at the ground, testing the body he had just morphed into. "Cool."





































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