"Your ghost?" Merlin asks. It seems very specific somehow. Maybe she'll tell him more about this Horace. Honestly, spirits are something that are so specific in each world. It's a mystery to him still.

Then she jumps up and circles him. He laughs, high and amused, his voice rising up with delight. "Well... I can, it's just a matter of desire, really. In my home, the Courts of Chaos, you have to shift instinctively. Sometimes it's the only way to survive the life in the ever changing conditions."

He follows her with his gaze and then lets his forehead elongate to a point where it splits into two horns.