"I can fly." Carlos said, his mouth speaking and forming words before his mind had a moment to probably think up a sentence. He pushed open the door lightly before he felt an odd sensation at the coming of a cool wind. His body seemed to react to the statement, as if to prove Carlos' doubting mind. It felt odd for a moment, only because at the same time it felt striking familiar. He could feel his body shifting, as if part of him was pulling back and being pulled out at the same time. His height decressed but his eye-sight sharpened. His skin was replaced with dark and light brown feathers and legs ended in sharp talons.<br/><br/>Now Carlos was a hawk standing in the doorway of the mangled door. He turned his eyes to Maccus for a moment with a small screech in acknowledgement before taking off quite suddenly. The feeling was almost overwhelming to Carlos, mostly because he couldn't mentally remember having done this before, yet his body seemed to know it very well. A part of his mind literately<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>the hawk, that part of him understood how to keep his wings leveled, how hard to flap to maintain the speed and to glide. That part of him also noticed the sudden movement on the ground as a bush mouse scurried from the tree and reacted before Carlos could think, swooping down to try and catch what would be his hawk's dinner.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, Carlos couldn't catch the rodent fast enough, and nearly crashed into the bush. He lost hold of his hawk senses which resulted in his body shifting back to his human form. He rolled into the bush and back out onto the grass with a small groan.<br/>"Madre de Dios." Carlos grumbled, sitting up and picking leaves from his hair and looking around. "So much for graceful landings." He said, standing up slowly; aside from a few scraps and the feeling of a potential bruise or two, Carlos felt winded but otherwise fine.<br/><br/>---------------------<br/><br/>Maria smiled lightly, a bit started that Buyou woke up. She sat back a bit.<br/>"My name is Maria." She explained with a polite nod. "Um, yes I'm a new friend I guess. I just got here...I think." she admitted with a small smile.<br/>"Oh you're in a hotel. I think Roxxie said it's the Golden Laurels...in someplace called The Fort." Maria said, though she didn't sound all that sure.<br/>As Buyou mentioned food, Maria chuckled. "I guess you're feeling much better. She said you weren't in that good of a condition." she murmured the last bit more to herself as she stood up to find a bowl and serve the raccoon some of the soup Roxxie had made. It was pretty good.<br/><br/>"Here." Maria said, coming back with a slightly steaming bowl and spoon. "Cuidado." she warned without thinking.<br/>"Oh, um, careful. It's still a bit hot. Roxxie was cooking and she left the pot simmering to keep it warm I suppose." Maria said, her voice accented a bit, having to switch from one language to another.<br/>"And from what Roxxie told me...no one really remembers anything." Maria explained. "We wake up with a piece of paper like this, and just a few memories or no none at all." Maria said, pulling out the scrap of paper that she had to show Buyou.