[Divine magic needs a holy symbol. Something about that bothers him. His brow furrows. The gods are a sore subject with Dainsleif.

Maybe…

He puts a paw to his head then sighs.] It feels like the wild personified. When I first woke up here it was all tied up in the threads of my natural magic.

It made shifting weird. [He shakes his head once. Then he turns back, sitting with his legs folded under him. The vision rests on his belt a star of power. He hums.]

A bit of what helped me get used to other forms was observing them. Well, most of them. Slimes are easy.