Swiftbeak turned on the spot, having to coil like a housecat to maneuver in the street between the market stalls- At least if he didn't want to accidentally brush up against anyone. Even to a carrion eater, some of these people smelled terrible.<br/><br/>Approaching the stall, he did his best to speak casually, as any other shopper would; perhaps thinking if his words were nonchalant enough then the shopkeeper wouldn't notice they were coming from a giant beak.<br/><br/>"Ah, yes, hello, good sir. I am a consumer and wish to consume; that is, I wish to purchase some of your healing... things."<br/><br/>The gryphon felt anger flush within his chest. His frame functioned well at giving him some air of majesty, that made his chivalrous posturing feel somehow natural. This? This was shopping. This was something people did. Ordinary, down-to-earth people. It made him distinctly aware of the dust under his feet. His four feet. The constant feedback to his brain from his wings, the twitch of his tail, the length of his body, the brush of his fur.<br/><br/>He was struck silent, his eyes squeezing shut as a strange sensation overtook him; some combination of vertigo and deja-vu, and for a moment everything seemed so unreal to him- His wings and paws and tail and feathers and fur and beak felt utterly alien and detestable; that he should have two arms, two legs, and for the barest second it felt like his mind was being split open, unable at all to process his body. The world around him spun, sound draining out.<br/><br/>And then it was gone. He opened his eyes, and again his monstrous physiology felt as natural to him as breathing; all was as it should be, save for a slight bit of queasiness. Only now did he notice the shopkeeper staring at him in a unique mix of fear and irritation; Swiftbeak's presence at the stall had dramatically decreased the amount of window shoppers.<br/><br/>"...That is, I was wondering if you might have something to help dull the pain of a wound. Something I could buy. You see?"