11-29-2020, 10:01 PM
At some point Nerve had drifted off to sleep. Probably not for long though, or at least it hadn’t felt like it to him. Things had barely tapered off darkness before a voice nearby pulled him back from the precipice of slumber. No matter really, he thought, raising his slender neck to glimpse the speaker; he spent most of his free time sleeping anyway. Actually, it would be a nice change of pace to speak to someone other than himself for the afternoon.
“What makes you think I can fly?”, the changeling asked, tipping a black jeweled eye in the direction of the muddy bank. Nerve glided closer to where the colt stood, stopping at the midpoint of where the water’s bottom began its ascent from deepest point to shallowest reach. “Or that I have any problems?” Of course he was just messing with the adolescent bay, we all had our problems, both horse and bird alike. Just maybe not on the same spectrum of difficulties.
The shifter considered staying white and feathered and as close elegant as he would ever know, but he thought the better of it. “Name’s Nerve,” he said as he morphed into his original, insignificant shape of a black stallion with violet eyes. Clearly something had been bothering his newfound companion, and it wouldn’t much be kind to keep antagonizing. Not when his own loneliness still weighed heavily on his own mind.
“Guessing you got some problems you’d like to fly away from then?”
@[Avocet]
“What makes you think I can fly?”, the changeling asked, tipping a black jeweled eye in the direction of the muddy bank. Nerve glided closer to where the colt stood, stopping at the midpoint of where the water’s bottom began its ascent from deepest point to shallowest reach. “Or that I have any problems?” Of course he was just messing with the adolescent bay, we all had our problems, both horse and bird alike. Just maybe not on the same spectrum of difficulties.
The shifter considered staying white and feathered and as close elegant as he would ever know, but he thought the better of it. “Name’s Nerve,” he said as he morphed into his original, insignificant shape of a black stallion with violet eyes. Clearly something had been bothering his newfound companion, and it wouldn’t much be kind to keep antagonizing. Not when his own loneliness still weighed heavily on his own mind.
“Guessing you got some problems you’d like to fly away from then?”
@[Avocet]