He had seen the panther and orca in action, of course, and seen partially-shifted pieces of the macaw and antelope before as well. "I saw," he said quietly, remembering the hunt and the piece of flapping leather that had fluttered into a feline shape during introductions. He had not known Pete well enough to realize he had shifts until Deimos had revealed it to him, much less which shifts the timid Launceleyn man claimed, and it was for that reason alone he didn't bristle with annoyance at Sunjata's temerity. If it had been Adam it would have been a different story. As it was he simply shrugged, wondering how the General would have taken such a statement, given Sunjata's role in Peter's death.
"No... not really. You either have it, or you don't. One day there are limits and the next they've expanded. Like a leak in a dam that's a trickle at first, and then something just... shifts. Breaking through a wider hole so that more water - more energy of whatever type - rushes through, faster and stronger than before. It's different for everyone though." As he had learned from talking to Evie and Deimos and Loren before.
"Why a dragon?" he asked abruptly, the question Deimos had been unable to answer. "Of all the rare creatures you could have hunted and killed for their heart... why a cousin to our companions? Why one so far from the Temple you were rebuilding and the people who pray there? Why not a landshark or a banshee?" A veritable cascade of questions that had been simmering too long, released all at once like one of Quanil's outbursts.
"No... not really. You either have it, or you don't. One day there are limits and the next they've expanded. Like a leak in a dam that's a trickle at first, and then something just... shifts. Breaking through a wider hole so that more water - more energy of whatever type - rushes through, faster and stronger than before. It's different for everyone though." As he had learned from talking to Evie and Deimos and Loren before.
"Why a dragon?" he asked abruptly, the question Deimos had been unable to answer. "Of all the rare creatures you could have hunted and killed for their heart... why a cousin to our companions? Why one so far from the Temple you were rebuilding and the people who pray there? Why not a landshark or a banshee?" A veritable cascade of questions that had been simmering too long, released all at once like one of Quanil's outbursts.
