are you angry when the earth shakes?

[Nashua]

Nashua tilts his head to the side as he settles his adolescent frame, studying the shifter before him. She praises him and there is enough of the child still in him that he finds it encouraging. He’s worked hard to learn what he can from sister Celina about shifters like their sire. He knows from his mother that Magic can take various forms and shapes, that it comes different ways and messages.

This one comes in the shape of a panther that shifts into a filly.
And a traveler.

It makes the wanderer in him more curious about her as his green eyes adjust to her equine form, a melding of dark and light as if the Gods couldn’t decide on a color for her (or a shape for that matter, if they gave her the ability to change into many.) There is no particular scent that clings to her and it seems that she isn’t claimed by a land; not bound to one as he is to Taiga.

"Where have you traveled from?” he asks, making the assumption that this isn’t her first trip.

Nashua shrugs his reply, "I like to know what the fog reveals.” It was easier to find it on the outskirts of the redwoods and the yearling pegasus wasn’t patient enough to wait for those revelations to blow through the forest. Discovering it himself was part of the thrill, he’d found.

"It’s my home,” he answers a little more firmly. "It makes sense to know who comes and goes.” Nashua, suddenly remembering his manners, dips his head respectfully. "Nashua,” the colt says with an emerging lopsided grin. "And you are?”

@[Serabi]