Like she had promised Myrna, they left Hyaline in search of her parents. And frogs. The second had been easier to find, but the first was proving trickier. She had thought she had caught the scent of them in the mountains but it had been lost and she simply had no idea where in Beqanna to look. They had been wanderers, so she supposed the common lands would have the highest chance of success but that did not seem to be the case.
Today she is outside of her home on her own and already regretting it. She had regretted it as soon as she left Hyaline but was attempting to pretend she could handle being on her own. She did not need someone else with her.
But she did want them there. She constantly wanted that. So that she could reach out at any given time and reassure herself that they were there, that this was her reality now. Fortunately, some common sense had returned to her with her emotions and she knew she was going to have to get used to being alone now and then.
Theoretically, it would take time and practice.
On this particular late autumn day, Mazikeen is herself as a white mare with black markings - but she's hidden the curved horns for now. Not exactly incognito but she wants her senses wide open. For signs of her parents. For a curse she still needs to end.
Instead, she sees movement ahead and pauses - her bright orange eyes watching the bear as it comes lumbering to the bank before sitting. Curiosity draws her forward. Although she is reasonably sure she can either best or escape a wild bear if it charges her, she maintains a polite distance. And then, because there's really no reason not to, she asks a question that will either get an answer, if it is a shifter, or be completely ridiculous, if it is not.
“Are you a real bear?”
You could say Mazikeen's a little out of practice meeting someone new.
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