He's very lucky that the one who found him 1) wasn't a threat to him in his weakest time and 2) recognized what he was immediately. Which could make him a danger, yet he rushed to hide the bird away in a place that would be safe for both of them. As much as Gaja disliked being wet, this would be the safest place. And, when the time came for him to burn, spraying the shower on him wouldn't put the flames out, but it would keep them localized to him in the bathtub. As long as his ashes didn't wash away, he'd be alright.
So he didn't struggle when the seemingly young man picked him up to spirit him away. Gaja remained still and calm, making it easier for his rescuer to carry him. He's light in a bird's shape. He's light in his human shape, too. He's sure it didn't matter what form he took. He could sense power from this one. It resonated in the air when he spoke in that oh-so-soft whisper. Some sort of siren? Or something similar. No, no, sirens usually stuck to the sea (usually).
Caoineag? But didn't they usually take the shape of women? Pretty as his rescuer is, Gaja's pretty certain his was a male shape. They also tended, as he recalled, to be near water. Washerwomen, they were sometimes called. Well, he's met plenty of water spirits who were more than capable of existing away from water. At least, for a time.
Curiosity got the better of him. He's unable to articulate human language in this form and squawking would just draw attention after his rescuer worked to keep his presence secret. So, he did the only thing he could: change his shape. The next time Cian looked in the bathtub, he'd find a tall, thin man curled up in it. Dark eyes peer up at him with gold flecks shimmering in them. They're wide and curious, but decidedly unafraid.
"What are you?" he asked, almost eager to get the question out.
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So he didn't struggle when the seemingly young man picked him up to spirit him away. Gaja remained still and calm, making it easier for his rescuer to carry him. He's light in a bird's shape. He's light in his human shape, too. He's sure it didn't matter what form he took. He could sense power from this one. It resonated in the air when he spoke in that oh-so-soft whisper. Some sort of siren? Or something similar. No, no, sirens usually stuck to the sea (usually).
Caoineag? But didn't they usually take the shape of women? Pretty as his rescuer is, Gaja's pretty certain his was a male shape. They also tended, as he recalled, to be near water. Washerwomen, they were sometimes called. Well, he's met plenty of water spirits who were more than capable of existing away from water. At least, for a time.
Curiosity got the better of him. He's unable to articulate human language in this form and squawking would just draw attention after his rescuer worked to keep his presence secret. So, he did the only thing he could: change his shape. The next time Cian looked in the bathtub, he'd find a tall, thin man curled up in it. Dark eyes peer up at him with gold flecks shimmering in them. They're wide and curious, but decidedly unafraid.
"What are you?" he asked, almost eager to get the question out.