“Selecting a shell to form its new body is an important choice.”
Lowering her hand to beneath its neck, caressing her training-doll she picked for this specific lesson she watches her student, an eager little thing.
“After all, it will affect not only its durability and functions. It influences every single way it interacts with its surroundings.
From simple things like sounding and the way it feels during use to the very roots of how your magic might interact.”
Beings like this one, like she herself was, were hard ones to find and her search for them was indeed straining. But she found them. Strong enough was their signal.
“Then you have all the internal workings, organs and the like. It is technically possible to attempt a replacement. Or to try and modify the need to rely on them.”
A timid thing hiding away from the world yet brimming with energy. She had to place a fortress of spells around herself to even get close. Afraid of the world torturing them for their mind. Afraid of themself, of their own power. Calling for her, calling through a storm of daggers, yearning through a barrage to repel anything. And now …
“This entire transformation is very complicated though and shouldn’t be attempted lightly.
One misspelling, one false move can end in disaster. However …”
She thinks back. Their first lessons were tough, trying to banish all those anxieties in them took willpower. And teaching it, she never attempted it before. Why should she have? But something about this thing … Something kept her going.
“There is use we can put them to after all. Watch.”
She smiled. Yes, this might do it. And turned her attention to her training-doll still kneeling next to her.
A beautiful thing, near perfectly created. And its reactions, its unquestioning devotion to whoever plays with it, surely they would tempt any being only remotely like her. “Now then. You’ve been in the same closed up room with the two of us for quite some time now, doll.” Getting behind it one hand moves to the back its head, firmly pressing against it.
The other one closing its nose and mouth, not only pushing its head slightly backwards so that its eyes stay up but also restricting any airflow possible she watches it. Staring into its eyes, controlling, she greedily sucks in every twitch it makes as she moves her own head more towards it. “Oh it wants to breathe? After having shared so much air with two entities like us?” She takes a deep breath, opens its mouth, blows into it and closes it again.
“Have some of mine, continuous fresh one is too good for this pathetic thing.” She waits a bit, then opens one finger, allowing it to gasp a little at least and watches up. Fearing shock and repulsion she smiles as eagerness and hunger envelop her students face. Turning back to it she continues: “It’s time we played around a little. It’s time it showed my student exactly what it’s good for and what their destiny is.
Maybe it’ll even be allowed air, after all, there is room for breath even while its mouth is stuffed. Move!” With that she lets go and sits down. Watching it crawl towards it, watching them throwing themself on it she smiles. This time it’s finally her turn to watch.