It was amazing how far they had advanced in their journey. He had never expected to see most of his home country let alone travel the rest of the continent. From traveling through Akyna to being chased out of Geist to finally seeing Falson, he had been left in awe of the continent’s landscapes. Now, finally making it to Falson, he was downright dumbfounded. He never expected to see the custom buildings, the cleanliness of the cities… Basically, he did not expect Falsonians to be so civilized. If he voiced that particular thought, he knew his companion would kill him.
It had been an interesting development, to say the least. She had thought that Halflings were just a myth. To think that a Spiriter and a Mage had loved each other enough to produce her companion was bewildering. As long as she had been alive, she had never heard of any stories of their different races getting together like that. Sure, Spiriters and Mages were capable of being cordial to each other, especially in Geist, but… No, she had never expected that her companion was part Spiriter, probably part bird. Perhaps that was one reason why she didn’t mind him.
The world seemed like a distortion to him. Him, part Spiriter? The idea was ludicrous. He had been born in Akyna, raised in a Mage family. There was no way he shared his spirit with a bird. Wouldn’t he have realized it before? Why hadn’t there been some sort of indication that his blood was mixed? A voice in his head asked if there were some indications that he had ignored that signified him as no ordinary Air Mage. His Magic had been easy to him, his strength the envy of his classmates. Had those been signs of his heritage?
He had always believed that their magic had plenty of diversity. After meeting her, however, and hearing her scoff at how little magic they apparently did, he revised his thoughts (after being annoyed at her opinion). Her people’s form of magic was similar, yet there was so much more variety. She was part wolf, a creature of Fire. Lions, foxes, eagles, and so many other creatures claimed Fire as their element, and Air and Earth had just as many creatures under their control. Each animal had unique talents, whereas his people’s magic consisted of what you learned and nothing more.
She wasn’t so proud to admit that his magic fascinated her. Being an Air Mage, he was able to harness the winds in ways similar to a Wind Spiriter, yet without the need to shift. It was a novelty, really. Seeing someone float through the air without wings and feathers was a thrill for her. She loved being a wolf, but everyone wondered how it felt to fly at some point in their life. Maybe if she caught him a good enough mood during a moment when they weren’t being hunted, he would let her experience the sensation of flight…
Scribble: Metamorphosis 3
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