He remembers his family used to be in the north - he’d spent his first year on Icicle Isle and in Nerine, before finding his way to Taiga - and staying there as a rock.
Having suppressed many of his memories from before being a rock, or how he became said rock in the first place, he’s led a relatively easy, peaceful life. Not that he didn’t know who is family members were - not like his mother, or whoever that imposter Roz had been instead. Just that he hadn’t reached out to them and neither had they to him.
But it occurred to him when meeting Let and Fenwe in the Meadow that they might not have known his whereabouts. And that they, instead, had maybe never moved. It is with that realization that it is his lack of action that kept them from reconnecting, that had spurred this trip to the north.
He wants to impress, however. He takes the form of many animals in one, courtesy to Velkan who’d suggested something out of the box. He now has the head of a dragon, the body of a bird, the legs of a chicken, the tail of a snake, the ears of a canine, red wings, sharp teeth, golden feathers and scaly white-grey skin. A Zilant, though in his own colors; a creature he doesn’t really know, but his shape feels quite stable, so he concludes that somewhere in the world, it probably actually exists.
He doesn’t ponder over this long, however. It’s stable and it flies, and that’s really all he needs in the moment. He sets course to Nerine; he doesn’t know if he’ll find anyone familiar, but he can start there and ask around if someone has seen them.
He lands, a small creature in the moors, and peers around for a while, scurrying this way and that. He already knows how to navigate the world in a smaller form; heck, it’s not as bad as a lizard shape.
He is in luck, it seems - the first horse-legs he finds are white with a distinct light pink color pattern. He quickly forgets his manners, but Eurwen would know him anyway, and grows larger with an ecstatic grin on his maw. ”Wen!” he exclaims as he races towards her -
only to come to a sliding stop before her, when he realizes that it is not his sister, though she looks similar; her mane are green, not golden-pink, and her shape is that of a yearling, if even that.
And he’s some kind of weirdo monster racing towards her.
Great job, Aodhán.
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
@[Brienna]