08-10-2021, 06:35 PM
mazikeen
The news that Malik had adopted someone, especially a non-shifter, had not sat particularly well with Mazikeen. It had been annoying enough caring for just Malik and Bolder throughout the winter and now - though partially her fault - the number of wayward foals inside of Hyaline is growing beyond her tolerance level.
She had teased Gale about having eighteen children but she was thinking it would be spread over a hundred years or so. Not all at once. The fact that she did not have to care for this one, at least, helped - that was Malik’s problem and responsibility. And while Mazikeen had every intention of making her son be the one who kicked his new friend out when the time came, she cannot help the small bit of curiosity as she watches the bits of light dance away from the filly and across the wildflowers. Having a girl here just doesn’t seem fair after having to give up the only one she cared about, having Gale help Malik bring another one home further made the wound sting.
It’s difficult to puzzle out whether she actually cares anymore but the bitterness remains and it is not hard to focus it on this light-wielding creature, especially while her son is occupied elsewhere for now.
Mazikeen watches as an eagle perched on a tree some ways away before feeling motivated enough to approach. She lands, shifting into her horse-self - her twisting horns barely even seeming to glow in the light of day as she slowly walks towards the tri-coloured girl.
Her red-orange eyes are rare to blink as she stops a few strides away and she looks over the filly with a critical gaze. She had intended to at least pretend to be warm at first but her voice still sounds unimpressed. “So you are the pet my son brought home.”
She had teased Gale about having eighteen children but she was thinking it would be spread over a hundred years or so. Not all at once. The fact that she did not have to care for this one, at least, helped - that was Malik’s problem and responsibility. And while Mazikeen had every intention of making her son be the one who kicked his new friend out when the time came, she cannot help the small bit of curiosity as she watches the bits of light dance away from the filly and across the wildflowers. Having a girl here just doesn’t seem fair after having to give up the only one she cared about, having Gale help Malik bring another one home further made the wound sting.
It’s difficult to puzzle out whether she actually cares anymore but the bitterness remains and it is not hard to focus it on this light-wielding creature, especially while her son is occupied elsewhere for now.
Mazikeen watches as an eagle perched on a tree some ways away before feeling motivated enough to approach. She lands, shifting into her horse-self - her twisting horns barely even seeming to glow in the light of day as she slowly walks towards the tri-coloured girl.
Her red-orange eyes are rare to blink as she stops a few strides away and she looks over the filly with a critical gaze. She had intended to at least pretend to be warm at first but her voice still sounds unimpressed. “So you are the pet my son brought home.”
@Anath