[private] its harder than you think, mazikeen

[bolder]

Bolder can feel his heart starting to race as glanced at the shadow - of the unnatural way that his wing had shifted - and only when his silver eyes find the familiar warmth of his Aunt's ember eyes does it begin to slow down. In her presence, the young shifter found it easy to calm and regain some of his senses. His mind still struggled to process everything that had happened - everything that was still happening - but the striped pegasus turns his head towards Mazikeen and shifts his weight uneasily.

He stretches the wing out, where the ends expose to sunlight, and though the sensation continues to burn slightly, the dark coloring fades back to copper.

"I -," the shapeshifter begins, distracted by the pain and the transition that was happening on the edges of his feathers. He angled it, tilting it up towards the sun where the red-and-gold hues caught on the daylight. All traces of the shadows had vanished. "I went to the Mountain," he offers as an explanation. They had talked about it many times before, and Bolder had listened carefully as Mazikeen had explained what the journey had entailed and what her quest had required.

"It wasn't the Faeries up there, though." He continues, pausing only to glance towards the purple peaks behind them where the Mountain reigned and then swallowing hard as his throat begins to dry, "What do you know about Carnage?"

@Mazikeen