The night sounds begin to reach his ears as the dusk falls, sounds that aside from the lapping of the Cove waters are familiar and relaxing. There were many birds that nested in the Chamber's pine forests, and their evening chirps had comforted him on many evenings when he was first-come to what became his new home, when he was still a very young colt, bereft of his family and with only Zayn for company. The loneliness he had felt in those days was long gone, but the memory of those birds singing their chicks to sleep, when he pretended that they sang to him also in the absence of his mother doing the same, remained a fond one, even if he didn't look back on it very often anymore. Siberian watches from his new "nesting spot" as Misra settles herself at last, seemingly relaxed enough around him to risk being in such a reclined position. She is apparently restless though, and the bear-shifter watches curiously as she begins to preen her wing feathers like an overlarge, hooved bird. His gaze follows the path of one silver feather as it comes loose and floats to the ground haphazardly, before lifting back up to the pegasus girl. Her next set of words, delivered after she thinks deeply about his own prior statements, rock the Budyonny back on his metaphorical heels. Was she right? Was there no actual soft spot behind the bear's giving way to him? He remembers how they had been of one purpose in battle, with the bear's instincts working in accordance with his ability to think and plan a strategy that a purely wild animal simply could not boast of.
Perhaps that was the true key, perhaps it recognized that he was its master, as Zayn was his. He tilts his head to one side as he considers this option. "Perhaps you're right, Misra. Maybe I've been looking at this all wrong. " From the mouths of babes indeed, he chuckles to himself. Siberian focuses his attention inwards now, deciding to put this new theory to the test. He can picture the bear lurking in his mind's eye, and thinks words to it, a normal tone at first that develops into one that is cold, stern and allows no argument, a deliberate echo of Zayn's manner. (We are one and the same, we need each other, especially in battle. But you will never harm a child again, and you will never again try to take away control of our body without my consent. I am your master, not the other way around, and I will cage you so deeply within my mind that you will never experience another moment of awareness. Ever.) Though he can sense the bear's mental grumblings, they are subdued and quiet (and rather brief in length), as if it dared not offer any further protests, lest Siberian's threat be carried out and it was never again allowed even the tiniest sensation of being. It is quiet in his head now, and he turns back to Misra, a smile slowly carving its way across his ursine muzzle. "I think that you might qualify as Beqanna's youngest genius, Misra. "
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna