Growing pains.

[Avee]

Grow.

 

I can speak through their minds, commune with their thoughts. Yet, this form of mine a binding curse of which there is no escape.

Though yet there is a darkness in this light. A twisting and breaking, of sinew and skin.

The flesh is weak, I must begin again.

 

I must find the fae.

I must learn. I must experiment. I must consider and confound.

I will be free of this prison, tearing it down for a palace of my own creation.

 

Grow.