01-16-2021, 08:34 PM
An illusion? Nerve takes a pause to consider the colt’s question, wondering what kind of things he must have seen or experienced to ask such a thing. Sure, he himself had seen some of the oddities and strange magics that Beqanna apparently liked to gather and dish out, but not really something so strictly deceptive or mental. Quietude had her sound thing where she could make any noise and amplify or silence it on a whim, but still, he supposed that was more physical than any kind of mind game that existed.
Maybe he’d know more about these things if Mom had decided to stick around and actually teach them something useful.
“Nice to officially make your acquaintance, Avocet,” the black stallion replied, then offered a nonchalant grin, “And to answer your initial question, no, not quite as dazzling as illusion. Just your run-of-the-mill, multi-thing shapeshifter.” ‘Thing’ was the best word he could come up, all things considered, having actually put some thought behind it not that long ago. Back when he had accidentally poofed himself into a rock and was stuck like that for a day or so, give or take. What other ‘things’ he might be able to turn into, he had no idea yet. That little pesky fear of getting stuck again had kept him from trying some more.
“You’re searching for carnage?,” he says finally, now standing atop dry land where he turned a wary, suddenly concerned and apprehensive glance at Avocet. He took a step backward. “Like...gore and destruction?” Man, what kind of person was he conversing with that was actually searching for that kind of negative and scary thing? This kid looked innocent enough, never would have thought that the dark stuff was his type.
Or maybe… “Or is that a name?” He really hoped it was a name.
@[Avocet]
Maybe he’d know more about these things if Mom had decided to stick around and actually teach them something useful.
“Nice to officially make your acquaintance, Avocet,” the black stallion replied, then offered a nonchalant grin, “And to answer your initial question, no, not quite as dazzling as illusion. Just your run-of-the-mill, multi-thing shapeshifter.” ‘Thing’ was the best word he could come up, all things considered, having actually put some thought behind it not that long ago. Back when he had accidentally poofed himself into a rock and was stuck like that for a day or so, give or take. What other ‘things’ he might be able to turn into, he had no idea yet. That little pesky fear of getting stuck again had kept him from trying some more.
“You’re searching for carnage?,” he says finally, now standing atop dry land where he turned a wary, suddenly concerned and apprehensive glance at Avocet. He took a step backward. “Like...gore and destruction?” Man, what kind of person was he conversing with that was actually searching for that kind of negative and scary thing? This kid looked innocent enough, never would have thought that the dark stuff was his type.
Or maybe… “Or is that a name?” He really hoped it was a name.
@[Avocet]