[open] young spitfires

[Mazikeen]

The voice that had resulted in this embarrassing change comes over, offering a little bit of friendly advice. He looks giant to her from where she is. Small and a little fluffy, the young hawk stares up with vibrant orange eyes at the colt - wishing very much that she was something bigger so that she could look down on him instead. She was getting very tired of being small, and not just in this form. Of being a foal, of being reliant on others. But that’s a tangent for another time. She's not looking to escape her present circumstances by any means, though her first words might suggest otherwise. “What if I don’t want to stay on the ground?” The question is rhetorical and there’s an edge to her voice but it doesn’t quite reach the point of anger. She’s embarrassed and flustered and more than a little confused but she’s also curious - about her new-found ability to shift and this stranger. There is excitement about meeting someone her own age, someone she is not related to (well, she assumes anyway). She does an experimental flutter, but even as a bird she’s young and therefore lacks adult feathering - there’s even little sprouts of down here and there. Those orange eyes blink as she looks back up at the colt, feeling a little less ruffled. Her hawk head tilts to the side when she speaks again. “You wouldn’t know how I can turn back into a horse now, would you?”

@[Barrow] omg so excited you replied <33