[open] a country of shadows

[Mazikeen]

Although young Mazikeen did not understand why she was given more freedom, nor why she never ventured into Pangea - the home her mother had found - she wasn’t about to complain. She enjoyed the freedom to wander, though she suspected Agetta followed her occasionally as a snow leopard or, when the weather did not allow for that silvery cat to blend in as well, a bird. Adults were strange creatures. Perhaps that was why she felt more drawn to those closer to her size, even as she grew impatient to be older. Though in this case, it was the size of the girl she spotted and the animal by her side that caught Maze’s attention. It’s an effort to suppress the instinct to shift into the odd wolf-like creature that is near the filly her age - ever since she had first discovered she could shift, it was hard to get it under control. Sometimes it would just happen out of the blue, a rather annoying little quirk. She wanted to be able to control it the way  her mother could, to pick and choose when and what she turned into. Patience, Agetta cooed whenever they practiced. The trouble was, Maze did not find patience an easy thing to come by. So when she approaches through the stormy night, her orange eyes are bright with curiosity and instead of a natural greeting she says the thing she wants to know. “What is he?” Is it a he? It’s difficult to tell with the hair and the darkness of the night around them, though her eyes do flick down to check.

@[midsommar]