09-26-2021, 05:37 PM
Malik’s knowledge of geography is limited. He has only been told of the lands across the River, the lands that comprise the western half of Beqanna. The east he knows - Hyaline, the Cove, Pangea. The Common Lands grow more familiar with each trip, but the black colt has not yet gathered the courage to venture across the water.
So when she mentions Ischia - the farthest place of all - Malik’s triangular ears turn to fix on her as intently as his eyes. So the wolves are not from Ischia. They’re from Pangea? Or no, he thinks, from her father, whomever that might be. Malik has never met any of the residents, preferring to explore alone, shifting to a well-practiced flea when danger comes too near.
Perhaps he should ask his own father for a shadow wolf. It seems something the magician would be capable of, but Malik would need to find him first. He is saved from wondering where Gale has gone by Maurtia’s questions, and Malik is as open in his answers as she had been.
“I have a sister too, but just one. Her name is Myrna.” She does not have a shadow wolf like Maurtia and her sisters do, which is yet another mark against her, Malik thinks. The girl asks what a panther is, so Malik concentrates and shifts from his lupine body to one that is far more feline. He’s closer to a tiger in appearance than a true panther, especially with his striping, but he thinks that maybe Maurtia - who doesn’t even know what a panther is - will not notice his imperfect shift.
“It’s like this,” he says, making a circular motion with his now-blunt muzzle to gesture at his most recent shape. It’s not one he knows well, so Malik cannot hold it long. Soon he is a colt again, and looking very curious when he asks: “What else do you have on Ischia? What’s it like?”
@Maurtia
So when she mentions Ischia - the farthest place of all - Malik’s triangular ears turn to fix on her as intently as his eyes. So the wolves are not from Ischia. They’re from Pangea? Or no, he thinks, from her father, whomever that might be. Malik has never met any of the residents, preferring to explore alone, shifting to a well-practiced flea when danger comes too near.
Perhaps he should ask his own father for a shadow wolf. It seems something the magician would be capable of, but Malik would need to find him first. He is saved from wondering where Gale has gone by Maurtia’s questions, and Malik is as open in his answers as she had been.
“I have a sister too, but just one. Her name is Myrna.” She does not have a shadow wolf like Maurtia and her sisters do, which is yet another mark against her, Malik thinks. The girl asks what a panther is, so Malik concentrates and shifts from his lupine body to one that is far more feline. He’s closer to a tiger in appearance than a true panther, especially with his striping, but he thinks that maybe Maurtia - who doesn’t even know what a panther is - will not notice his imperfect shift.
“It’s like this,” he says, making a circular motion with his now-blunt muzzle to gesture at his most recent shape. It’s not one he knows well, so Malik cannot hold it long. Soon he is a colt again, and looking very curious when he asks: “What else do you have on Ischia? What’s it like?”
@Maurtia