Mazikeen’s attention alternates between the wing, watching as it fades from shadow back to the copper she associates with Bolder. As he moves it and begins to speak, her gaze moves back to his silver eyes. The mountain? Questions bubble up inside of her mind but she waits, seeing what information he will offer. Not wanting to push him if he did not want to explain.
So different than how she would have treated him before. There’s only patience and concern (and - okay - maybe a little confusion).
Her frown deepens when he says that the fairies hadn’t greeted him on the mountain. The name he offers only clarifies things a little. Mazikeen had heard of those who had felt a summons draw them out to where tasks were demanded of them, but it had never been something she had experienced herself.
Either she was not particularly interesting enough to summon or she had simply ignored them when they had come - either way didn’t feel like she had really missed out on anything. Especially not as her nephew - for he will always be family to her - seems so troubled. “Not much. But the rumours aren’t usually great.” He was just a name to her, and maybe if she had paid a little more attention to Agetta’s stories she would have more information.
She steps a little closer, watching the young stallion carefully as she speaks encouragingly. “What happened, Bolder?”
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