It's said she's made of storm cells
and a wild wolf's hungry heart

Kianzo was perpetually always upset with the filly. And with the silent treatment the colt had been giving her, she had decided to not try and make amends. If her other half was upset at her experiences without him, that was his problem. She had much to do without him, meet more people, learn little things here and there. She was like a sponge as a child, soaking up any bit of information that anyone threw her way – right or not. The filly constantly craved more information. She wouldn’t gain that standing beside Kianzo as he insulted everyone.

She took off on her own again, despite Khairi bouncing alongside her. He had gained more power in his legs, his fluff beginning to change and fall out as mottled black and white feathers took place. His beak was large and black and his once black eyes were beginning to change again into carrying more of a redish hue. He was growing larger, just as she was, and he was craving to learn how to try and fly. The vulture was tired of being the attachment to the filly and instead tried to focus on becoming useful – remembering how upset Kiada had gotten when Albrecht had asked her and her brother which one of them was the better hunter. Khairi was determined, just as Kiada was, they were going to show them what they were made of one day.

Trudging through the sunset painted landscape, her and her companion bounded over to the lake once again. At first, the idea was to get a small drink of water, maybe bathe a little bit and see how the flames on her back reacted to water – if they’d leave or not. She wasn’t sure, so it was time to figure out what exactly the extent of her useless magic was. She hadn’t even noticed the shadows alongside the rim of the lake. The little spotted filly just bounced her way to the water, flames along her back flickering to resemble her angry thoughts as angered wolves, jaws snapping together as the flames licked around their teeth.

But something caught her eye, and the filly turned to spot it just as she was going to put an ink splotched hoof in the water. There was some form of light, a spark almost, a combustion and flame – and then it was gone! Of course curiosity swept over the filly. She bounded over to where the flames had been, quickly letting her oceanic gaze sweep across the ebony stallion and the companion of his that looked like a fox. Tilting her head she smiled at them with her pink splotched lips as Khairi finally caught up, using his wings as balance to keep him alongside her leg. “Hi! What’re you doing?” She questioned brilliantly, extending her neck out to the man for a few moments searching his topline for tiny plumes of flames like the ones that resided alongside her back. She was disappointed to see that no such thing existed on the stallion causing her ears to waver uncertainly. “I thought I saw fire. I thought you might have magic like mine.” Kiada’s voice held a hint of defeat within the musical tones as she went to retreat. “Sorry if I bothered you.” The filly frowned, letting her gaze linger on the ebony stallion again.

"Talk."

that she's learnt the lightning's secret—

to ripping darkened skies apart.

Kiada