[open] the night that i walked

[bolder]

Bolder pauses to watch Sickle, and his youthful excitement grows as he watches the young shifter flicker wildly between color and shapes.

It's something that he is very familiar with, and he smiles, ready to share some insight that his mentor, Mazikeen, had once shared with him. The older youth waits and then when she is close enough that she can hear him, the pegasus calls out: "Do you practice often?" The dark blue squirrel then leaps up to the next branch, intent on reaching a perch that will offer them both an extensive view of the Meadow. "My Aunt says that one of the best parts of shifting is being able to change your mind!"

He watches Sickle scamper across one branch, peer underneath it, and then alter her shape slightly. She adds flaps of skin (as far as Bolder can tell) near her arms and forelegs and then takes off the nearest tree. Grinning, the yearling does the same and leaps after the other shifter, marveling at what such a little shift could do.

"Bolder," he tells her as he latches on to the bark below her and then scurries up to eagerly meet her, keen on continuing their search through the underbrush, without realizing that she has something else he lacks: a shadow. "What's yours?"

@Sickle