Tattoo stiffened, and lifted her head above her wings, just enough to look at Lysander curiously. She couldn't quite understand why anyone would be interested in her, especially when she looked like this. Tattoo was about to smile, when she remembered that her eyes were currently those of an eagle, and Tattoo jerked her head back under her wings, hoping she hadn't scared Lysander. Sometimes she scared herself.
Tattoo focused, and slowly the feathers admitted defeat, shrinking away, as did the wings. Once her wings were gone, Tattoo had nowhere to hide. Her eyes were back to their usual purple, and Tattoo managed a shaky smile. When she had landed, she hadn't realised that someone might have been on the other side of the tree.




