"Those are not fake documents, Featherling." Salaark furrowed her brows. "Those documents and seals are authentic and have been issued by my administration office. The people in the portraits may not be real, but everything else is."
"Sorry, I forgot you are the supreme authority here." Solus handed the papers, and everyone shapeshifted into their respective Desert aliases.
Kalla had a bit of trouble stabilizing her human form and avoiding her flesh from turning into shadows, but it was nothing compared to Loma's distress.
The Horde had turned into a young man in his mid-twenties with the bronze skin typical of the Desert. Yet it had quickly become paler, as if Loma was about to puke their guts out.
"Don't worry about me." The Horde raised their hand to keep Solus away. "I just need a few minutes to get accustomed to this flesh sack. I'm used to roaming free and scattering my spores across any place I visit.
