The shaking of the earth had put the concern of landslides into Mazikeen’s head and she had spent some time going through the mountains, making sure no one was trapped. It isn’t very often now that she shifts - only when she needs to, not as a default.
So once she has landed by the woods and her sharp eagle-eyes are no longer needed, she returns to a horse. It still feels a little strange, this calmness that was born out of distress. Just being… content. Even if the earth is shaking and threats still exist outside of Hyaline’s borders.
Strange doesn’t even cover it some days - it just feels downright surreal that she could have found happiness again.
Beneath the trees, the glow from her twisted horns is more noticeable and she is just inhaling deeply when her eyes catch on a shadowy movement. In the next second she is moving forward to investigate.
The sight of unnatural shadows no longer bothers her. Though they had once been associated with nightmares, there have since been kinder versions introduced into her life. Ones that wrap around her to keep her warm, ones that come with a strange and wonderful spark of happiness.
She is willfully choosing to ignore that shadows have been a common theme in her life. With those she knows anad herself - because there had been a time when she too had possessed wings of shadow. It is much preferable to think about how this was just something that everyone had at one time or another.
If there was a common theme, she’d like it to be something other than darkness.
But these things aren’t on her mind when she looks from the shadowy wing to Bolder’s face. The smile that had grown when she recognized the moon-marking on the young stallion falters into concern when she notices the sweat coating his skin. Her attention focuses on him and though there is some intensity there, it’s inspired by concern. Instinct has her eyes check for injuries, even though she possesses no ability to heal. “Bolder? Are you alright?”
@bolder