It had been well deserved bragging, because Mushroombird had been a PROCESS; all capitals.
Twig had been right there. Yves had designed her while slimming down Atrap, slapped on some furs, and had been more or less done with her. With Mushroombird, he started from scratch, crafting her natural tairan features first before having her undergo the shaman transformation. His first design was this:
You can already see the first traces of the final bird design. However, she didn’t like the bird heads.
“Bird skulls,” emphasised Mushroombird, “Four bird skulls.”
So Yves picked another theme:
Guess what, she did not like that one either. She liked it even less.
“It was a close tie,” said Mushroombird, “Bird skulls or a giant insect on my forehead.”
She exaggerates. It had only been insect wings, and not an actual animal. Also, this was from a decade ago, when Yves was not yet that familiar with common shaman attire. The perfalter wings, her elaborate hair and all the furs were an artistic choice to show off his skill with delicate matter.
Yves discarded the insect and went back to the feathers. After a few more variations, he settled for this design:
And with every hour he worked on turning her shaman, the feathers just multiplied exponentially until she finally looked as herself.
Did he perhaps go overboard? Possibly. Yes. Mushroombird stood out. But that is a good thing. Imagine yourself in a room or marketplace full of various different individuals of all races. If you were told that one of these individuals was in fact an illusion, who would you look for first? You would go for the most inconspicuous. Someone trying to hide his falseness, a static figure in the background. You would not start your search with the most exposed and attention-hogging individual. As noticeable as Mushroombird was, you would try your hardest to look past her.
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