[It doesn't take Ain very long to adjust to his new form. He'd chalk it up to his adaptability if asked. It doesn't take him long to realise that he's obnoxiously tall (eight feet, which means he can't fit into buildings) (he will figure out how to shift into a smaller faun form later) and that he has claws for back feet and tailfeathers instead of typical deer bits. He's not sure what this creature is — "Peryton" is not a word where he's from — so Ain mentally begins calling himself a weird deer and leaves it at that.

He finds that his jacket and shirt don't fit due to the size increase, though, so for now he's going shirtless (and unfortunately letting that nasty bisection scar from Suri show) and deer-hopping around the Grove. Spring sproing! There he goes, off into the woods and avoiding the mushrooms this time, narrowly avoiding clocking his huge antlers on every branch in the forest.

If you're with him, he'll suddenly stop and reach up into the trees to eat leaves. And if you stare at him at all...]

Wha—? [mouth full of leef, hold pls] —Oh, sorry. Did you want any?

[As you walk past the watchtower bar, you'll hear the most sad, pathetic cry from many feet overhead.]

Help...

[If you look up, Ain is in his faun form and seems to have, uh, taken full advantage of the whole "goats can walk up walls" thing (he's not even a goat) (technically, anyway). He's clinging to the wall by his hooves, peacock tailfeathers rustled, ears drooping and eyes the size of saucers like a terrified kitten.]

Help...! How do I get down?

[Creature Brain™ seems to have forgotten some fundamentals about Ain: He can float on his magic. And also, his monster is by default equipped with tiny wings. He genuinely has no excuse for this, but...]

Hiii it's Ain~ I'm taking rush orders for my normal fees due to everyone transforming :O If you need clothes to accommodate your new form or modifications to your existing clothes, please come find me in front of the tailor shop.

Sidebar: If anyone knows how to sew and wouldn't mind helping me out please do that ;_;

[Ain won't respond to further comments to him in the netbook, he's quite busy you see. If you choose to show up, he's loafed out on the grass in front of his shop, eating from the nearby wisterias as he sews. It seems like he's already made his own outfit, consisting of a taur-friendly halter top and caparison for his deerlike lower half. Everything in front of him now is something he's working on for others, and if the notebook laying next to him is anything to go by, there's quite a lot of orders to fill.

You can add to this workload. Or you can sit down and help him out if you feel up to the task.]

[holds my paws out]