[The first thing he notices is the weight. The weight off his shoulders, the literal weight off his shoulders. He can't remember the last time he felt so light! Summoner was already light, lighter than most, it might of had to do with his body having grown to be ready for wings one day. But those horns? They were always such a burden. Sure they did wonders for helping him train and get stronger, but to really feel the strain be taken back that much was... incredible.]
[The trickle continues to edge over his skin, like a cold wind pulling up goosebumps. Summoner closes his eyes, moving his hands up to feel either horn and... they're... Smaller. A great deal smaller. About the size they had been when he was but 4 to 6 sweeps older. He swallows, opening his eyes, and slowly moves his hands up to actually touch the tips of them.]
Hmm.
[The trickle continues to edge over his skin, like a cold wind pulling up goosebumps. Summoner closes his eyes, moving his hands up to feel either horn and... they're... Smaller. A great deal smaller. About the size they had been when he was but 4 to 6 sweeps older. He swallows, opening his eyes, and slowly moves his hands up to actually touch the tips of them.]
Oh... By the pants of Signless...