03-24-2024, 10:59 AM
Ruhr listens with clear interest, his long feathered ears pricked and his eyes as bright and blue as the cloudless sky. She is from a family of shifters, with a twin. An avian shifter?
His head tilts, reassessing. A similar gift existed among the Stratosians, but he had never met one that was anything at all like Demi. Those he’d met were trained from childhood as weapons, deadly and dangerous, always somber and nearly silent. Not at all like the moon-spotted mare, who chatters excitedly about her gift.
Her smile is broad and genuine, and Ruhr is drawn in closer by the warmth of it, and the tale of her shifting into a phoenix. He names that one aloud, thinking as he does of the burning creature that was near-myth even in Stratos.
Demi asks if he wants to see her favorite, and though Ruhr is nodding immediately she is already shifting. An owl, the bird most favored by the Moon. Ruhr is more certain now than ever. When she once again becomes equine, the dappled grey stallion is watching her with the same wonder with which he watches the Moon.
“Where are you going after this, Demi?” He asks. That answer doesn’t really matter, he realizes in the moment after he speaks. What matter is the answer to: “And would you let me come with you?”
@Demi
His head tilts, reassessing. A similar gift existed among the Stratosians, but he had never met one that was anything at all like Demi. Those he’d met were trained from childhood as weapons, deadly and dangerous, always somber and nearly silent. Not at all like the moon-spotted mare, who chatters excitedly about her gift.
Her smile is broad and genuine, and Ruhr is drawn in closer by the warmth of it, and the tale of her shifting into a phoenix. He names that one aloud, thinking as he does of the burning creature that was near-myth even in Stratos.
Demi asks if he wants to see her favorite, and though Ruhr is nodding immediately she is already shifting. An owl, the bird most favored by the Moon. Ruhr is more certain now than ever. When she once again becomes equine, the dappled grey stallion is watching her with the same wonder with which he watches the Moon.
“Where are you going after this, Demi?” He asks. That answer doesn’t really matter, he realizes in the moment after he speaks. What matter is the answer to: “And would you let me come with you?”
@Demi