Avian in nature she tilts her head at the sound of sand shifting and hoofbeats, her small ears leaning forward and flicking before the whole of her small figure shifts and bends- peers at the approaching creature. Words are not a thing she yet understands, but, the body language is enough to provide clues that these are not malicious steps nor the body of someone come to harm her. Still, she continues staring at the sand and blood- at the grotesque mass that would-be her mother if not for the unfortunate nature of her birth.

Lifting a leg she bends the toes and clatters the harsh, razor-sharp claws to create a non-rhythmic and dissonant melody. To his speaking she listens, but, there is little idea to what he asks at first and she flattens her feet when she walks- double taking steps before pressing the leathery raptor talons into the ground. To him she drifts closer, studying and staring at his own legs, at this hooves: and then back to the corpses.

Conundrum and confusion- she does not realize yet why she is different, and so Myrkari is left to sniff as she wanders closer and stops a foot or so away from the much larger Alexiel. With a bleating she turns sidelong to stand close, but, as she does she raises her foreleg and curls the toes together- pressing them down in imitation of a hoof before squeaking at the pressure and irritation caused by the unnatural movement.

She relents.

Tentative and curious she explores another facet of her body, that same leg reaching out towards his own and rather the grab him: she simply passes through him. As if exploring some unimaginable power she continues: walking through him and around him- or at least trying to.

All this and she stops some feet away from him- mulling over his words and meaning before trying to speak. “Tear!” she states, not comprehending the word; but summarily piecing together a word-salad in her head of all the things she’s heard. “Mother?” she questions, perhaps piecing together something through the gestures and words.

“Weird! Weird, weird, weird.” a word she likes, repeated and noted as she studies the talons and hooves again. “Hey! Weird mom.” this is stated at Alexiel directly, and for half a second she smiles- flicking her ears.