[Julien takes a step back and feels his tail feathers hitting things. He's really too large for this passage, if he's going to take it in this body, but it's open to the sky and wind blows through it, so it doesn't set off the claustrophobia that's been lurking ever since the Underbelly. That helps, honestly.
He still freezes there for a few seconds as Gon babbles on in a high chatter - less like a tiny dog, now, more like a finch with a lot to say - and drags his thoughts to the here and now, bit by bit, like unsticking a car from deep snow. You take yourself in hand and go forwards and backwards by a little bit each way, again and again, until you can pull free.
Breathing deeply enough to stir bits of popcorn and grass fragments scattered on the ground, Julien talks to himself with his beak closed, very quietly but it's probably still audible, the Prince is dead, it's okay, that's not happening. It's fine. I got this, and his body language changes again, his posture easing, his pupils relaxing, some tension still evident in his feet and the height of his neck.
...To someone used to being nearly ten feet tall reduced to one, Julien must seem like a six-story moving edifice coated in endless mobile feathers.]
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[Julien takes a step back and feels his tail feathers hitting things. He's really too large for this passage, if he's going to take it in this body, but it's open to the sky and wind blows through it, so it doesn't set off the claustrophobia that's been lurking ever since the Underbelly. That helps, honestly.
He still freezes there for a few seconds as Gon babbles on in a high chatter - less like a tiny dog, now, more like a finch with a lot to say - and drags his thoughts to the here and now, bit by bit, like unsticking a car from deep snow. You take yourself in hand and go forwards and backwards by a little bit each way, again and again, until you can pull free.
Breathing deeply enough to stir bits of popcorn and grass fragments scattered on the ground, Julien talks to himself with his beak closed, very quietly but it's probably still audible, the Prince is dead, it's okay, that's not happening. It's fine. I got this, and his body language changes again, his posture easing, his pupils relaxing, some tension still evident in his feet and the height of his neck.
...To someone used to being nearly ten feet tall reduced to one, Julien must seem like a six-story moving edifice coated in endless mobile feathers.]
Can you... what exactly happened to you?