[private] pour my heart out on the floor and now it's leaking

[bolder]

Having no younger siblings of his own, Bolder has always taken his role as an older cousin very seriously. When practicing his own shifting, the young pegasus often encouraged Malik and Myrna to do the same. He had been taught that the earlier a shapeshifter starts to change shape, the easier it became and Bolder did his part to make sure that shifting would come easily to both his younger cousins. The small bat that lands on him might ruffle his sienna fur but it does nothing to change the adolescent's usual easy-going demeanor.

Sensing how relaxed Malik was as he traveled down one of his striped legs, the young wolf was convinced that the younger Hyalinean was safe. Most likely back in the kingdom that they all called home, or perhaps on a hunt with Mazikeen. When his cousin finally comes to stand beside him, Malik is a wolf as well and Bolder lowers the front half of his body, stretching down in a playful stance.

(Bolder wears the shape of a wolf most often, and this is the shape he is most comfortable in beside his equine form. It makes his youthful exuberance show, when he might have otherwise remained aloof and impassive.)

"Quest?" he sharply yips, recalling his earlier conversation with his aunt and the limitations that his uncle had shown him. Bolder planned on going to the Mountain when he was ready, when he was certain that even if the Faeries stripped him of his shifting (or something worse), he would be ready. Having only used his gift for the last year of his life, the young shifter was hesitant to part with a side of himself that he had only recently discovered.

"You've gone to the Mountain?" he barks out, an ear pricking towards Malik and another trained on the treeline, not completely convinced that they were alone.

@Malik