Reblogged from peacock--princess
"I see," Jasmine replied, raising her chin and lifting a brow curiously. "You say that like you’re not always a bird. Can you shapeshift?" She asked, the last word holding a bit of excitement. He looked very much like a bird to her, when Geenie changed form there was something about him that was always the same. For instance he usually kept his blue colour but the princess was speculative enough to ask anyhow. At the bird’s reaction to her compliment, Jasmine gave a small smile and tried not to giggle. He looked a bit surprised or confused even, the expression was quite cute on a bird. The black haired girl glanced back down to the feather in her hand before placing it in her hair, near her ear. "How do I look?" She asked playfully with a laugh.
How interesting, the animal had two names instead of just one. So animals do have names without people giving any to them. Did Rajah have a name before Rajah? “It’s nice to meet you too, Urùvion.” She said, bowing her head slightly. The name was odd to her-felt strange in her mouth as she pronounced it but Jasmine could speak several languages and was used to such a feeling. Whatever language his name was from though, she didn’t recognize. She wondered where he was from not many places she had heard of had magical, head-speaking, possibly shapeshifting birds.
"Oh! This is Agrabah. We’re one of the only and biggest kingdoms to survive in the desert." She answered, proudly. "Most kingdoms can’t survive because they fall short on water. But as you can see," Jasmine gestured out her bedroom window to the fountain where Urùvion had been found. "We’ve averted crises like that."
'I can, I have in fact six different forms counting this, one being my true form, another human, and the other three are element-based so to allow me to better use magic based upon the element that is not my own.' The phoenix said his wings stretching out for a bit before curling against his side again. He clicked his beak in amusement as Jasmine placed the feather in her hair. 'It certainly suits you.' He said honestly. 'You may keep that if you wish, it has some power of it's own that could be useful.'
He showed no surprise to the fact it seemed strange for the Jasmine to say his name, in fact he was growing less and less surprised that people seemed to know nothing of the past. In fact the memories had almost become ghosts by now and affected him far less then they used to.
'Agrabah…' Urúvion mused lightly tilting his head to the side. ‘Indeed, that is quite the feat for such a grand kingdom.’