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[Anath]

all these voices in my head get loud
i wish that i could shut them out
i'm sorry that i let you down

She spots the wings, though they are just a flicker she is drawn to light, notices changes in it, differentiates between sunlight and the intriguing blacklight that Malik manipulates. Anath’s green-gold eyes flick to the wings and back to the older boy’s face quickly, but his excitement is too contagious and she tosses her head happily all but forgetting having seen the wings.

The griffon lands, dark and quiet behind Malik and Anath stares at him, eyes wide. She has seen a tiger and the boy that was inside thus far and so is not thrown too much by this new presence. Still, she has some trouble focusing on what Malik is saying. “Oh… okay. Wha--who that? Who is that?” She forgets the business about shifters (as though she will long be able to)  and moves up next to Malik to look at the griffon a little closer. ” Hi! I’m Anath. ”

Malik is calling someone. She mimics this as well, her whicker following his in her young high voice. It is likely her mother hears it, but Anath does not think of her, that gilded memory, brief and sunsoaked, quickly fading into the recesses of her mind.

A single step is taken closer to the griffon. Why does it have two kinds of feet? “Do you shapeshift?” She asks him, but glances back at Malik just in case the loquacious colt decides to answer instead.

anath

let you down

@ Malik