Reblogged from peacock--princess
"Wow," Jasmine replied, genuinely impressed. That was a lot of different things to turn into, she had never heard of anyone besides a genie being able to accomplish such magic. But even with genies they were only mimicking bodies that they had seen before, their various forms weren’t different looks of their own selves. The princess had to wonder though, with so many versions of yourself how could you honestly know which one was the real one? Subconsciously Jasmine glanced down at her own body in thought.
A human form. Suddenly Jasmine felt bad for speaking to him in such a pet-like fashion earlier, Urúvion clearly had more than the mind of an animal. “You’re quite the shapeshifter.” She praised with a friendly smile. “I guess that dashes my father’s idea to keep you in the gardens with the flamingos and peacocks since you aren’t really a bird. Certainly not a pet.” The girl laughed goodnaturedly. “Though you’re welcome to stay here and rest for a while if you’d like. I’m sure flying in the desert can get tiring.” The princess had of course done the same with Carpet but it wasn’t her actually doing any of the work and bedies Carpet wasn’t technically a living thing so he didn’t tire at all. For them it was no hassle.
"Thank you Urúvion," Jasmine replied, resisting the urge to pat him on the head. Not actually a bird. "I have to say I agree with you, I do make most things work after all." The princess smiled smugly without any effort to hide it. "Power?" Her gaze in the mirror lifted up to the redish-orange feather placed in her hair. Jasmine’s mind flitted to Abis Mal and when he had stolen a Roc feather to turn himself and his thieves into whirlwinds. She wondered if this feather would do anything like that…"That’s very kind of you, I’ll make sure to hold onto it."
At his comment about Agrabah, Jasmine nodded. “I suppose my opinion is biased but I think so too. Not everyone can handle life in a climate like this.”
Firebird clicked his beak in slight annoyance at the thought of being treated as a mere pet. 'Indeed I would much rather not be treated in such a fashion…' he said shaking out his head feathers to clear his mind of the annoying thought. 'Though your offer is appreciated, travel can get tiring as you say, though luckily for me I can easily deal with the desert's heat.'
'You're quite welcome Princess.' he says nodding his head respectfully. 'Yes, if it is crushed it turns into a powered similar to what I recall being known as gun power, only it dose not need to be set on fire, rather all you need do is throw a small pinch and it will ignite.'
Golden eyes turn to the window and out to the palace garden. 'Most humans are simply unable to deal with the heat.' He noted with a small shrug.