09-10-2021, 02:02 PM
Raum knows how to get to Loess, and Malik nods with understanding at the direction. Down to the Mountain (that’s easy enough), across the river (so simple), and walk until the trees end (how far could that possibly be?). They could be back by dawn, Malik thinks with growing excitement. And wouldn’t that be a story to tell his parents, how he’d organized a raid and come back with captives.
Let’s go, he begins to say, only to close his dark mouth as he sees Raum’s face.
The other colt is lost in concentration, and there is a brightness to his eyes that Malik recognizes. He is Seeing, like one does in the fiery tree, or his father does, or the Fortune Tellers and Scryers. Malik hadn’t realized his companion has this skill, and is rather impressed without even knowing what it is that Raum is looking at.
He nods at the boy’s quiet musings, the motion growing firmer and more exaggerated when Raum asks if he can fly.
“Yes!” He says, becoming in a flash of iridescence a winged falcon instead of a colt. This is his quickest shift, and he wonders what else (other than Seeing) that his buckskin companion might be hiding beneath his feathers. Invisible wings, perhaps? The ability to become a great bird like his mother?
“Come on!” He cries, taking off in a great flapping of wings. It takes a moment to gain any height, having started so low to the earth, but once he does he circles and calls down to the other colt: “C’mon Raum! We’re wasting moonlight!”
In the distance, the black griffon finds a perch beside an osprey, and four blue eyes look down as Gale emerges yawning from a high mountain cave. He’s responsible for the boy tonight, and letting him wander off into enemy territory alone is unlikely to result in the type of fight with Mazikeen he most enjoys.
@Raum*
Let’s go, he begins to say, only to close his dark mouth as he sees Raum’s face.
The other colt is lost in concentration, and there is a brightness to his eyes that Malik recognizes. He is Seeing, like one does in the fiery tree, or his father does, or the Fortune Tellers and Scryers. Malik hadn’t realized his companion has this skill, and is rather impressed without even knowing what it is that Raum is looking at.
He nods at the boy’s quiet musings, the motion growing firmer and more exaggerated when Raum asks if he can fly.
“Yes!” He says, becoming in a flash of iridescence a winged falcon instead of a colt. This is his quickest shift, and he wonders what else (other than Seeing) that his buckskin companion might be hiding beneath his feathers. Invisible wings, perhaps? The ability to become a great bird like his mother?
“Come on!” He cries, taking off in a great flapping of wings. It takes a moment to gain any height, having started so low to the earth, but once he does he circles and calls down to the other colt: “C’mon Raum! We’re wasting moonlight!”
In the distance, the black griffon finds a perch beside an osprey, and four blue eyes look down as Gale emerges yawning from a high mountain cave. He’s responsible for the boy tonight, and letting him wander off into enemy territory alone is unlikely to result in the type of fight with Mazikeen he most enjoys.
@Raum*