[private] i got addicted to a losing game

[bolder]

Bolder looks between the pair.

He looks at the glowing perlino stallion and his odd forelimbs - concentrating on them because he has never seen their like before - and then to Mazikeen. There is a whole conversation happening before him that the young pegasus has no understanding of. The golden brute tells him that he should be further along and Bolder - an easy-going youth - tilts his head at the possibility of more. He's shifted into a few animals (though he never told Nashua and Saffron and Bravely had been sworn to total secrecy) - a red-tail hawk, a stag, and then he had tried a moose (though he had gotten the limbs uneven and just stumbled about until he fell over).

The youth has always known that his father didn't like his shifting but until now, Bolder had always thought it was somehow a fault of his.

It's probably in his best interest to stay quiet. But whatever they are speaking of - this Curse - it is clearly something that they know about and even implicates that his father knows. While he listens to the pair talking between themselves, Bolder attempts to make himself a little taller. He widens his shoulders by comparing them to Gale's and then lengthens his legs to a similar height to Mazikeen's. He can do more, this silent affirmation says.

He just needs the chance.

"What do you mean by Curse?" he asks them, because the only kinds he knows are the ones that he has heard his older sisters use when they think their parents aren't nearby or things that sound like they belong in some far-away, fabled tale. It makes Bolder wonder why - whatever it is - that his father had never told him.

"I'd like more lessons," he continues to say and the gold stripes on his legs vanish so that the yearling becomes almost entirely iridescent blue, save for the blood red moon on his face. He'd been practicing, hoping for the chance to show Mazikeen all the progress he had made since the last time they met. "And my Da is always so busy," he trails off, thinking that perhaps Nashua wouldn't mind if Bolder were too stay (though that couldn't be further from the truth). His blue ears prick curiously ahead, watching the lightning strikes reeling off Gale's skin.

An electric current charges the air and the winged colt sharply lifts his head, wondering what the unfamiliar feeling in his chest was.

@ Gale @Mazikeen