The eagle had initially objected vociferously, not liking the idea of cutting herself just so Oizys could turn into her. Unfortunately for her, Oizys wasn't prepared to take no for an answer, and she'd summoned several birds made of spark to herd the raptor towards her. Using such techniques on one's own bonded is probably frowned upon, but the gargoyle isn't the sort to use the gentle touch when violence is a viable alternative - her plan worked, Ker finding herself mustered towards the yearling's savage horns with a cacophony of shrieks that did nothing to save her from the swift jerk of Oizys' head that carved a small slice into Ker's large chest. The Philippine squealed like a stuck pig as her blood trickled down into her bonded's waiting jaws, and as the spark-birds dissolved into nothingness she flew away to sulk on a nearby branch.

After a cold eyeroll at her companion's antics - when will the eagle learn to just do as she's told? - Oizys focuses on the new hub of power that rests in her soul. She knows what she's dealing with now, knows how much it will hurt, and there's the slightest throb of anxiety in her mind now. She's a brave creature, but unimaginable pain isn't something even the most courageous of beasts become adept at dealing with. Still, that doesn't stop her, and after a fit of snapping bones and agonised shrieks, she bursts forth from the wreckage of her own body as a doppleganger to Ker.

Flight is something that takes some getting used to for one such as Oizys, who has been land-bound for the full year and a season of her life so far. She quickly realises that it isn't as easy as it looks, and for some unfathomable reason - the Gods being assholes and mocking her for being a unicorn not a pegasus, maybe - she can't seem to gain any height no matter how hard she tries. She's instead forced to glide awkwardly, whilst Ker wheels smugly along next to her and squawks happily at her misfortune.

Eventually, though, she begins to master having wings, and whilst she still can't fly properly for whatever odd reason, she can fly enough to get her from A to B. With a still-slightly-pissed-off Ker gliding lazily at her side, eagle-Oizys arrives at a gathering of unicorns that seem to be trying to move some trees for Kisamoa. She notices one - a pale stallion - suddenly turn into a two-horned filly in order to use some explosive magic, but the eagle-yearling can't help but cackle her beak off as the very same filly then arrives as well. "That's awkward," clacks the gargoyle, and next to her Ker winces her agreement.

She's here for a reason, though, not just to chuckle at the misfortune of a man who chose the wrong girl to imitate. Two very attractive young stallions are using their bulk to shift some logs, and it seems only fair that Oizys lends a hoof as well - after all, the swag from Kisamoa isn't going to hand out itself. She tilts her body towards the ground, and with a grunt her bones begin to snap and crack again as she transforms back from eagle to filly. It doesn't hurt quite as much turning back, and the yearling emerges from her bird-form with barely a mane hair out of place. "C'mon, make room for the lady," she remarks to the two stallions with a quirk of her brow. She's a large, burly creature for her age, already well on her way to reaching the seventeen hands that she'll one day become; with a snarl of brute strength, she throws her weight at one of the logs to try and move it.