Oh how Vital would have squirmed if he knew that one of the biggest dangers in this kingdom and the woman who had been his savior are one and the same. Fortunately, he does not. To the young phoenix, Mazikeen is nothing more than the woman who had rescued him and Zephys from certain death at the claws of a monster. A part of him even now idolizes her for it.
When the other boy informs him of how lucky he is that he hasn’t been eaten yet, it startles a laugh from him. It’s an uncomfortable sound, but a laugh nonetheless. Of course, he knows exactly how lucky he is, and in his naivete, Vital doesn’t hesitate in saying so. “Yes,” he agrees. Swallows again. “I was almost eaten, but I got saved.”
A small smile pulls at his lips as he peers a bit owlishly at Malik. The first tentative offerings of genuine friendship are in that shy gesture.
He perks up when the darker colt mentions he is almost faster than a dragon. If it is something that could truly be taught, Vital would dearly love to learn it. He has no desire to be prey again, and if he could be fast, maybe he wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore.
“Okay!” His voice is more enthusiastic this time, fueled by that desire to survive. If Malik would help him with it, he certainly wouldn’t turn it down. He is a little less certain about stealing someone, but getting auras and wings sounds pretty cool. For now at least, he would ignore the first part. Maybe his new friend likes to make jokes. Instead, with a thread of excitement, he asks, “When can we start?”
@Malik