The Plot Sickens [Private/Darkfunnel] [Vanyel/Arianda]

He wanted to take things slow? Perfect, frankly. After all, taking things fast when it came to learning about demonic abilities, features, and so on can be quite the misstep if done incorrectly. And Ari was sure that Vanyel did not need to fuck anything up. Besides, he IS the husband of Ari's dear daughter, Calypso; so it would not do to return him in a matchbox. So, she gave him another warm smile, one that probably still concerned Vanyel deeply despite the fact Ari's intentions were completely benevolent, and took a look at Vanyel's arm; which was easier to examine than anywhere else he looked draconic.

On a hunch, Arianda decided it would be best not to touch the man. He seemed on edge, and quite a lot of his emotions did point towards the fact that he may or may not hate being touched; that or he wanted to stab Ari. Nothing new, frankly speaking; so she just ignored those particularly angry emotions and used a tiny bit of magic to gently raise, and hold, Vanyel's arm while Ari peered at it. It was curious, frankly. However, Arianda did have a feeling it was either related to that conversion OR Vanyel's possessive shifting had frozen his arm in this state ever since he was converted by Ari's daughter. After a tiny bit, Arianda released his arm from the magic, likely ignoring whatever threat he was making in the process. She had a feeling that would likely trigger SOME irritation in the end.

"Perhaps. I can't say for certain, of course, but if it has been a constant in all of your forms since Caly made you into a demon; it's likely a bi-product of her influence. All things considered, if you needed to hide it in what form you consider as your more 'human' form, you could likely learn to hide that article with some possessive shifting. Of course, if you wanted to. Otherwise, I find no reason to hide it."

Arianda hummed softly as she thought on what to proceed to. After a few moments, as casually as one would sit in a chair, the demon plopped down onto empty air and crossed her legs; humming still as she considered Vanyel. Being a recently converted demon, if he had a true form now it was quite possible he knew a tiny bit about possessive shifting; at least enough to get by. However, after that small bit of consideration, she leaned backwards a little bit, her back straight as she stared at Vanyel. It was likely, in this one moment, that Arianda's previous reputation shone through the smallest amount... some habits die hard.

"Well... if you know little about demons, and only that demons have a higher emotional capacity, and capability, than other beings; then let us start simple. Simple being Possessive Shifting. Every demon should know how to do it; it's the basis of how we change our forms."

Arianda considered him for a moment before she grew wings from her back; ones that were clearly not there before. Sure, Arianda had the pair of wings at her waist, which were acting like the skirt of a dress, but the pair she grew were certainly much larger and far more formidable. She gave Vanyel another smile before speaking once again as she spread the wings as casually as she would lift a finger.

"You could even do this, given experience... however, we need to start small. So, something simple; hopefully. I want you to imagine your arm, imagine it changing. Try to perhaps change your skin to steel, or even your arm into a blade of some form. If you need, take an example from one of the weapons around the room; I leave that up to you. Afterwards, we can try something more complex."

Arianda smiled at Vanyel, calmly furling her wings against her before they simply disappeared into Ari's back; as if they had never existed. Afterwards, the demon simply watched Vanyel with obvious interest. What would he do in this moment? Would he succeed or falter? Either result was alright, frankly. Failure was simply an opportunity to learn. Besides, he would have no reason to fear failure. At least... Arianda hoped he wouldn't fear failure.