The journey to the Jungle home his mother has told him about was something the young painted boy would never forget. She told him stories, he shared a few of his own, they laughed together, and she showed him a number of things about flying in her very special way- shifting between her self and her bird form. On the way, he had open-heartedly attempted her teachings, practicing as much as he could, and together they had laughed at those little inevitable moments when he faltered or tumbled; celebrated when his trials were successful. He was getting the hang of it, surely and fearlessly, and was confident he would soon be soaring freely without fail.
Time does fly when you're having fun, though, and that much was the case when the Jungle first came into view. Eyes of amber- becoming brighter everyday- widened at the sight, taking in the magnificent expanse of wilderness ahead of them with an awed intake of breath that allowed him to catch with it the exotic scent he had often smelled faintly on his dam's own hide. In his excitement, it was all the colt could do not to break into a beeline run to get there faster. He could hardly wait! However, fearless and bold as he tended to be, he was growing less foolish. These were entirely new lands they were approaching- to him, anyway- and while he was anxious to get a closer look, knew he would do better to wait for his mother to show him around. His time for adventuring would come. Heart pounding, smile wide, and large wings tucked and grazing over the ground, Malyk pranced at his mother's side as they drew closer and closer yet.
"Wooowwww..." Truly, there were no other words that came to his mind as they crossed the borders and advanced into this whole new world. It was so incredibly different from the vast and spacious Tundra he was so used to. Nevermind the difference in temperature, Malyk was too engrossed in the heights of the trees, the vines, the colors, the plants and flowers, the sounds all around. This place was so alive ! Rare as it was for such an active young boy, he was speechless as every step brought a new discovery. His mind whirls with so many thoughts and possibilities, so many things! So many questions. It is certainly impossible to settle on any one thing to say. So as they move, his eyes flit over every sight, ears flick to every sound, nostrils take in all the smells, while he is also careful not to get separated from Malka's side. There are so many ways to turn, even sort of tunnels to go through, and though it was fun to get lost sometimes, he doesn't quite have that desire just yet. Everything is so new, or rather he is so new to everything here. It is all so humbling that for now, at least, he will stay close to what is familiar and safe, until he is more sure of it all of course.
Absorbed as he is in the all-things-new, he hardly notices when they stop in front of another horse. It isn't until his mother is speaking excitedly that Malyk snaps out of his trance. He pays little attention to what is said in the beginnings of the conversation, eyes traveling over the rather interesting appearance of the stranger. Head slightly tilted, ears forward and nostrils flaring, he studies her. Never has he seen a more intriguing horse- he thinks she's a horse, at that he is pretty sure she's a she. He's particularly eye-balling her dancing skin-markings and really sharp-looking teeth when suddenly Malka shoves him closer to her. His eyes widen and ears twitch, feathers ruffling softly in surprise before he shakes out of it and glances back at his mother with a little of a small laugh. Turning back to look at the strange mare, his head lifts as she looks him over, a charming little boy smile on his lips. His mother seems fond of this woman, and both appear comfortable in each other's presence, so he internally shrugs off the slight intimidation he felt moments before.
The sharp-tooth mare then comments on his strength and he arches his neck and squares his stance proudly. He isn't sure who this mare is exactly yet, but she seems important and powerful and he can't help but feel a little important, too, under her scrutiny. She asks also of what else he might have inherited from his father, and he glances to his large black wings- rather proud of the appendages that so resemble his sire's-, raising them slightly before curling them back to their resting position. He ponders for a moment how to answer and thinks she must of course be asking what else makes him special. At the realization he smiles back up at the fire-mare. "I'm strong, like you said, and I learn fast. Right, Momma?" A quick glance back at Malka for confirmation and then he resumes excitedly. "Oh! And I heal fast, too! First time I flied- oops, I mean flew- I fell and got all cut up, but next thing I knew, all da cuts were gone! See?" He then lifts his wings above his back to reveal his fuzzy, unblemished body and turns in a tight circle so she could view him. Afterwards he returns to his mother's shoulder, standing just behind it like she liked it when they were talking to important persons. He says nothing, but looks up inquisitively at Malka, wondering if he gave a good answer. He knows not of the immortality in his veins that had aided in the quick healing process, nor had his other talent been yet discovered, remaining to be unlocked at a later time. So for now, he is satisfied with his answer and hopes the fire-lady is impressed.
The two mares start talking again, something about a meeting is what he takes of it, to find out something about the wazoo. And though he is rather curious at the mention of a Den of Secrets, he tunes out most of their conversation in favor of watching some kind of exotic creatures making the tree branches dance overhead somewhere off to the right. They were chattering to each other, one suddenly screeching at the other before swinging off and disappearing into the labyrinth. Amused, Malyk wonders where they went off to, but his attention is snatched back to the group at mention of Brennen. His expression contorts into something of a grimace, his imagination drawing up the literal version of what the strange mare says about the stick. They are laughing about it, but Malyk can't see the humor. "My daddy don't have a stick up his butt!" He juts his lower lip out a bit and ducks his own head, realizing he probably shouldn't have spoken up, but feeling a bit stubborn about it. Adding softly, "dat would hurt.." Not to mention, kinda gross.. but then his mother talks of how nice his daddy is and his head returns to it's normal height. She says how the 'stick' might just be for the other mare, which earns a little of a defiant grin from him, but then he becomes distracted when she shifts her tail into the colors of her bird form and he dances around her excitedly. Giggling as he nudges her tail with his nose, he comes around her rear so that it drapes over his face and neck like he is wearing a colorful wig and peers up at the women to see their reactions to his antics. He was always rather amused by all the cool and fun things his mom could do with her quetzal-shifting abilities.
[Bahah, he cracks me up xD]
Time does fly when you're having fun, though, and that much was the case when the Jungle first came into view. Eyes of amber- becoming brighter everyday- widened at the sight, taking in the magnificent expanse of wilderness ahead of them with an awed intake of breath that allowed him to catch with it the exotic scent he had often smelled faintly on his dam's own hide. In his excitement, it was all the colt could do not to break into a beeline run to get there faster. He could hardly wait! However, fearless and bold as he tended to be, he was growing less foolish. These were entirely new lands they were approaching- to him, anyway- and while he was anxious to get a closer look, knew he would do better to wait for his mother to show him around. His time for adventuring would come. Heart pounding, smile wide, and large wings tucked and grazing over the ground, Malyk pranced at his mother's side as they drew closer and closer yet.
"Wooowwww..." Truly, there were no other words that came to his mind as they crossed the borders and advanced into this whole new world. It was so incredibly different from the vast and spacious Tundra he was so used to. Nevermind the difference in temperature, Malyk was too engrossed in the heights of the trees, the vines, the colors, the plants and flowers, the sounds all around. This place was so alive ! Rare as it was for such an active young boy, he was speechless as every step brought a new discovery. His mind whirls with so many thoughts and possibilities, so many things! So many questions. It is certainly impossible to settle on any one thing to say. So as they move, his eyes flit over every sight, ears flick to every sound, nostrils take in all the smells, while he is also careful not to get separated from Malka's side. There are so many ways to turn, even sort of tunnels to go through, and though it was fun to get lost sometimes, he doesn't quite have that desire just yet. Everything is so new, or rather he is so new to everything here. It is all so humbling that for now, at least, he will stay close to what is familiar and safe, until he is more sure of it all of course.
Absorbed as he is in the all-things-new, he hardly notices when they stop in front of another horse. It isn't until his mother is speaking excitedly that Malyk snaps out of his trance. He pays little attention to what is said in the beginnings of the conversation, eyes traveling over the rather interesting appearance of the stranger. Head slightly tilted, ears forward and nostrils flaring, he studies her. Never has he seen a more intriguing horse- he thinks she's a horse, at that he is pretty sure she's a she. He's particularly eye-balling her dancing skin-markings and really sharp-looking teeth when suddenly Malka shoves him closer to her. His eyes widen and ears twitch, feathers ruffling softly in surprise before he shakes out of it and glances back at his mother with a little of a small laugh. Turning back to look at the strange mare, his head lifts as she looks him over, a charming little boy smile on his lips. His mother seems fond of this woman, and both appear comfortable in each other's presence, so he internally shrugs off the slight intimidation he felt moments before.
The sharp-tooth mare then comments on his strength and he arches his neck and squares his stance proudly. He isn't sure who this mare is exactly yet, but she seems important and powerful and he can't help but feel a little important, too, under her scrutiny. She asks also of what else he might have inherited from his father, and he glances to his large black wings- rather proud of the appendages that so resemble his sire's-, raising them slightly before curling them back to their resting position. He ponders for a moment how to answer and thinks she must of course be asking what else makes him special. At the realization he smiles back up at the fire-mare. "I'm strong, like you said, and I learn fast. Right, Momma?" A quick glance back at Malka for confirmation and then he resumes excitedly. "Oh! And I heal fast, too! First time I flied- oops, I mean flew- I fell and got all cut up, but next thing I knew, all da cuts were gone! See?" He then lifts his wings above his back to reveal his fuzzy, unblemished body and turns in a tight circle so she could view him. Afterwards he returns to his mother's shoulder, standing just behind it like she liked it when they were talking to important persons. He says nothing, but looks up inquisitively at Malka, wondering if he gave a good answer. He knows not of the immortality in his veins that had aided in the quick healing process, nor had his other talent been yet discovered, remaining to be unlocked at a later time. So for now, he is satisfied with his answer and hopes the fire-lady is impressed.
The two mares start talking again, something about a meeting is what he takes of it, to find out something about the wazoo. And though he is rather curious at the mention of a Den of Secrets, he tunes out most of their conversation in favor of watching some kind of exotic creatures making the tree branches dance overhead somewhere off to the right. They were chattering to each other, one suddenly screeching at the other before swinging off and disappearing into the labyrinth. Amused, Malyk wonders where they went off to, but his attention is snatched back to the group at mention of Brennen. His expression contorts into something of a grimace, his imagination drawing up the literal version of what the strange mare says about the stick. They are laughing about it, but Malyk can't see the humor. "My daddy don't have a stick up his butt!" He juts his lower lip out a bit and ducks his own head, realizing he probably shouldn't have spoken up, but feeling a bit stubborn about it. Adding softly, "dat would hurt.." Not to mention, kinda gross.. but then his mother talks of how nice his daddy is and his head returns to it's normal height. She says how the 'stick' might just be for the other mare, which earns a little of a defiant grin from him, but then he becomes distracted when she shifts her tail into the colors of her bird form and he dances around her excitedly. Giggling as he nudges her tail with his nose, he comes around her rear so that it drapes over his face and neck like he is wearing a colorful wig and peers up at the women to see their reactions to his antics. He was always rather amused by all the cool and fun things his mom could do with her quetzal-shifting abilities.
[Bahah, he cracks me up xD]