His soul shone brighter than the mindscape around us. It flickered like a flame and I was drawn to it like a moth. The voice in my mind grew more excited the closer my hands reached in. Its voice thronged like drums beneath the earth. "Reach," it said. "Reach!" it shouted. Reach I did and done. Aylwin's flame covered my hand like a napalm and embraced me with its warmth. My soul wasn't burning, rather it fused with Aylwin's. As for my body, it dove for his chest and disappeared deep into his rib cage. His eyes were wide open with has just transpired. 'Is this a dream?' Aylwin thought. I could hear his thoughts, what a surprise. He thought of strange magics or a trick of the light. His heart pounded with fear and his mind is swirling in a sea of confusion. I embedded myself deeper and deeper into his soul, like a parasite haggling for his host.
It was gradual but Aylwin's eyelids felt heavy. His legs were weary like they had never been before. He clutched on the crib for support but his hands grew weak like his legs. He fell over with a thud and mere seconds later, he is knocked out like babe in their mother's arms. That didn't last long when Aylwin's fingers twitched. His eyes fluttered open but a key difference stroke the lad. His eyes weren't blue like his soul. Even his soul wasn't blue like his eyes. They were brown with flecks of gold and darker undertones. He clutched the crib for support but he must have misjudged his strength and fell to his sides. He chuckled and then laughed. Laughed in a voice that wasn't his own.
I am Aylwin. I trailed my body toward's Aylwin's bedroom. He had a silver mirror in there for his conjuration rituals that I could use. I walked outside my bedroom with my hands daggling uncomfortably in my sides. I've spent four years in an infant's body and a shift in a larger body with bigger arms and legs is a straightforward shift that I'm still getting used to. Nevertheless, I reached Aylwin's bedroom with as little hits in the walls as possible.
There he was, rather, I am in the mirror. It wasn't as clear as the mirror in my previous world but it is sufficient to examine the features of my face. Aylwin, like what I've described before, is young and has smooth facial features. He isn't as old as Dirk so it's expected that he'd have a smooth face and lips that are as pink as the mountain flowers. I combed my hands in my tufts of golden hair and found them to be smooth despite lacking shampoo in this world. It was nice to have a face like this. Not cute but decent to get through in this world.
As for my body, it may be twig-light but I'm still having difficulties in adjusting with its weight. I'm just used to having a heavier head and a bit lighter body. Now that I have the opposite, my body is slouched while my head stands sturdy on my neck. I could get used to bigger bodies given time and effort.
As for now, the moonlight is beginning to grow brighter in the mountains. The wolves hidden inside Belfiore forest are singing their night howls in preparation for their nocturnal hunt. As for me, I'm weary beyond relief. That possession ability took a lot from me. I could sleep and regain my strength or spend a little more time to describe Aylwin's body.