Pap's brow furrowed as she peered at the raven, quite liking this mind-talk stuff but finding her thoughts to be still and silent. She wasn't sure how to project like could, but figured that all things might come in due time - there was no reason she should expect him to share all of his secrets all in one sitting. She quite like him to keep some, anyway. It made him exceptionally interesting, as she now could not quite know what to expect.
When directed too climb the cliff, the confused grin broke into a peal of laughter. She didn't need new legs to climb! But she tried anyway, thinking back to her childhood where she'd sat in the foothills and watched the goats scale the cliffs with ease, flitting from crag to crag. There was nothing she had aspired to more as a child than to climb with such grace, though her rather human dimensions and limitations had made her issue adjustments over time, accepting that her sense of balance would never be quite that good. "Yeah, yeah, up the cliff, Mister Silversmith. Be there in a jiff-"
It was like a story her mother might have told her thinking it would scare her rambunctious child into stillness. Discomfort accompanied the change from human to not, but once her shape had begun to melt like wax and reform, there was nothing that could easily turn her from the path of adaption. Like turning a spigot, innate ability rushed out and though it was not easy it did feel natural. In fact, she had almost missed it, bounding toward the base of the cliff, kicking off with booted feet and landing on cloven hooves, strange pale eyes scanning the rock face as she chose where next her feet would land, what crags would hold her.
Craning her neck up she opened her mouth the speak and out came only a throaty, animal bleating, coming up on her hind legs as she carefully continued to pick her way toward a likely slope. The color of sand, the color of home she stood out golden against the muddy crags, perhaps forgetting her task for a moment as she began to kick and buck and frolic up and down the cliff and side to side enjoying a new degree of mastery over near-vertical surfaces. Her horns were not quite as stunning as those of male but were somewhat overlarge, arching back in a mild swoop over long tapered ears. It wasn't flying, but it was something better, she knew.
When directed too climb the cliff, the confused grin broke into a peal of laughter. She didn't need new legs to climb! But she tried anyway, thinking back to her childhood where she'd sat in the foothills and watched the goats scale the cliffs with ease, flitting from crag to crag. There was nothing she had aspired to more as a child than to climb with such grace, though her rather human dimensions and limitations had made her issue adjustments over time, accepting that her sense of balance would never be quite that good. "Yeah, yeah, up the cliff, Mister Silversmith. Be there in a jiff-"
It was like a story her mother might have told her thinking it would scare her rambunctious child into stillness. Discomfort accompanied the change from human to not, but once her shape had begun to melt like wax and reform, there was nothing that could easily turn her from the path of adaption. Like turning a spigot, innate ability rushed out and though it was not easy it did feel natural. In fact, she had almost missed it, bounding toward the base of the cliff, kicking off with booted feet and landing on cloven hooves, strange pale eyes scanning the rock face as she chose where next her feet would land, what crags would hold her.
Craning her neck up she opened her mouth the speak and out came only a throaty, animal bleating, coming up on her hind legs as she carefully continued to pick her way toward a likely slope. The color of sand, the color of home she stood out golden against the muddy crags, perhaps forgetting her task for a moment as she began to kick and buck and frolic up and down the cliff and side to side enjoying a new degree of mastery over near-vertical surfaces. Her horns were not quite as stunning as those of male but were somewhat overlarge, arching back in a mild swoop over long tapered ears. It wasn't flying, but it was something better, she knew.
