I apologize but it was hard to get muse for Silvano
Silvano furrowed his brows, wondering how on earth one could just wake up one morning and realize their bones had moved on their own in the middle of the night to some other kind of shape. It seemed like a more voluntary thing, with effort and concentration involved. "But.. don't you need to think about it to do it? Were you, like, dreaming about it or something?" he asked, cocking his head to the side a tad at her words. It just seemed like malarkey. Or was he just thinking it malarkey because all he could do was give himself a pounding headache any time he tried to concentrate on moving the flesh under his skin to some other form. True he had been thinking more and more about it, but still it didn't work. What more did his body want?
Sighing, the Sadira looked away from the horse and back at Pixie. "Where'd you come from? And.. the horse? Where'd he come from?" He had already forgotten if she had answered him, but he doubted she had. Silvano backed from the horse, not wanting to be underfoot. He was almost his adult size but still, the horse's powerful legs could easily break his spine or skull, as instinct told him. Just like pups learned to fear an elk or moose's hooves, the horse stood out as a warning sign in his head too. "Has your horse ever hurt someone?"
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