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She rolled her eyes at his comment, sure she didn’t have to grow wings but she would lose her hands in the process. Kindda ironic though, she was a dancer and from wearing Pointe shoes her feet would be ruined from years of strenuous work. But now by developing wings she would lose the use of her hands but still be able to dance--if her new feet would allow it. In the process of brushing aside some rebellious strands of her coffee colored hair did she catch the sound of another person. She didn’t know the owner of the voice but more than likely it was one of the other islanders--changing islanders.

Part of her wanted to run, hide hell even try to climb a tree instead of having someone else see her right now. Sure Cecil’s reaction to her wasn’t as frightening as she thought it would but vanity and pride were trying to get the girl to hide whatever she was becoming. However that creature of curiosity came about again, damn her bird brain! She could hide behind Cecil...he seemed tall enough to hide her petite form. But too late, the person was coming in closer…with a towel wrapped around his waist? ‘Did he go swimming or? The thought passed through her mind while blinking with curiosity. “Uh…h-hey!” She called back, side glancing to Cecil before nudging him.

"!" Was the only way to describe the expression on Cecil's face when Roxy nudged him. Oh, there was a new guy, and he looked, as cliched as it sounds, different. As if everyone on this island was. He seemed to be turning into an animal that he's never seen before. Cecil just couldn't place his finger on what it was, ah, he'll ask.

He gave Ryan a wave and showed the man his flute.

That was me. Hi! ^^

He was almost taken aback by the look he got from Cecil. Almost. He'd long ago come to terms with his situation, so getting a strange look at his appearance wasn't something he was overly concerned about. Of course, he didn't realize it wasn't directed at him, but as much as he might deny it, he was still a little self-consious.

That the other guy couldn't speak was interesting. He naturally assumed it was because of the guy's change. He thought that was something they were still supposed to be able to do. He was suddenly very grateful he could still speak.

"It sounded very nice" He said to the guy. He could see now that he appeared to be a bird of some sort as well. Very cool.

"Hi Roxie, I'm Ryan." He reached a clawed hand out to shake.

"A crane huh?" He leaned closer, hand on his stretched-out chin, scrutinizing her features. "I'd say a Japanese Crane; I used to work with them. Oh, I'm a Little Hairy Armadillo, minus the little part, by the way."

Honey orbs glanced down at the hand--or was it claw--being offered to her. With some hesitance did she shake Ryan’s clawed hand. It felt weird enough to see one part of your arm snowy white and another part jet black…but to shake a clawed hand was something different. Then again she wasn’t the one who had to go through the change to acquire such an appendage. But there was some useful information extracted…he used to work with cranes, oh wait Japanese cranes. Were there any other species of crane or was she just it?

And Ryan was a armadillo and Cecil…she had yet to ask him that but he was a bird. All in all they knew one way or the other they would change into something completely different. Luckily neither of their species ate the other for breakfast, lunch or dinner. Now came that all too familiar awkward silence, something no one could stand for long.

Deciding to lean against the trunk of the tree did Roxie say something. “So…” Okay that wasn’t the best conversation starter but it broke the silence. Now what to say next was something else. “Um, since you worked with bird, was molting to your observation ever painful?” Again, not the best way to start a conversation but it was something! Give the poor girl a break if she couldn’t say something that wasn’t exactly interesting.

Cecil shook the... Ah... Claw. Yeah.

His attention shifte to Roxie when she asked about molting, something that he was curious about too. From the sounds of it, not too bad. It'd be like growing bald for an old man or something, except feathers grow back, hair usually doesn't. Unless you're using that Rogaine stuff. Then you're just cheating.

So, Armadillo, huh? That's pretty cool. Don't want to be rude, but can you roll into a ball? If Cecil had a voice, it would've probably sounded like him asking a celebrity for an autograph or something, but he didn't have one, so it's left to everyone's imagination.

He laughed a bit. "Yeah, I thought it was cool too. Pity not too many of the other animals here do." He Cecil or Roxie were paying close attention, they might have noticed that Ryan had said the others animals, not people. Though the way he used it so casualy, it might have slipped past them. He'd given up refering to anyone changed as human; after all, they weren't.

"That's actually a misconception a lot of people have about Armadillos; only a couple species can actually curl into a ball, and I'm not one of them. The movement in my back has actually been restricted, see?" To demonstrate, he bent his back as far as he could, and succeded in only just reaching to his knees.

The embarrasment was lost on Ryan. He was never any good at reading human emotions while he was one. He wasn't improving now. "Crane species? I think there were at least ten. But to be honest they were never my speciallty. I'm only familiar with Japanese and East African Crowned Cranes, sorry."

The crane girl found it a bit odd that Ryan spoke of other creatures instead of people. Though they were transforming into beats of nature, deep down they were still human. Or so at least that’s how Roxie thought of it. However, looking down at her pale arm did her logic seem to dissolve facing the harsh reality of the world. ‘But with this new form you’ll be something greater…’ Her mind whispered once more, trying to make herself look more on the positive side of things.

The only positive thing she could count was meeting two new people. Another bird like--what species she still didn’t know--and a armadillo who couldn’t roll into a ball. Ryan confused Roxie just a little bit, but she shooed it aside for now. He at least had some knowledge regarding the animal she would turn into. ‘Maybe he was a animal caretaker.’ She thought, reading Cecil’s question.

“It’s okay, I hardly know anything except how to make a crane out of paper. Even at that I’m still bad.” She gave a small shrug of her shoulders out of nervousness, she could dance gracefully but couldn’t master the art of making a simple crane out of tree pulp. “Hey Cecil, I hope you don’t mind me asking but…what kind of bird are you?” Curiosity leaked through again, could he be a different crane species or just a different type of bird all together?