It feels as though they are speaking another language, one reserved specifically for shifters. The words Breach say make sense to Maze without her having to think about it - she recognizes the feelings. For her, it felt more like being stuck than slipping but she reasons easily enough that the concept must be the same.
“I’ve never tried swimming before.” Her orange gaze flickers to the coast. Really, she had not even thought to explore what new shapes and animals she could try in the water. Fish, certainly, but what else existed in that strange world away from the sun?
One day, Mazikeen will see a shark and be over the moon with joy she'll feel that such a sleek hunter exists.
But her thoughts return to the present when the question she had asked of Breach is returned. “I don’t have one yet.” She answers honestly, a hint of the sadness she feels at this leaking into the corners of the words. “Every form I take reminds me of someone else. A tiger, a wolf, a snow leopard. They’re all just shades of the mares I admire. None of them feel like me yet.” Mazikeen loves that she can shift into anything she wishes - but she is envious of the love and rooted instinct that Daye exudes when she’s in her wolf form.
She wants that, wants to find what second skin is truly hers. What the name for the animal inside her is.
“I did like that bird just now though.” She muses with a grin, and as if beckoned - wings spread from her side, larger (more proportioned to her horse form) but the great smoky grey of the bearded vulture form. Her smile brightens a little further as they fold and settle against her pale body. Maybe she was one step closer to figuring out where her home was after all.
@[breach]