Being summoned as a wizard’s familiar is an interesting experience. It’s a bit like being teleported: you were definitely somewhere before, but now you're somewhere else entirely. It’s also a lot like being made, though, like you never existed until just now, your pre-existing memories notwithstanding - all your bones settle into place brand-new, conjured out of the ether, every time your wizard wants you to be something else.
Today he was a crow, which meant that Laila was definitely still planning to leave the city today. He was all for it; cities were fun and all, but after enough times getting smashed with brooms, run over by carts, having his ass handed to him by random stray cats, etcetera, the charm had somewhat worn off.
Good morning, he chirped through their mindlink. Sorry I got squished yesterday.