@AlmighyXcavus The strange pang in her gut told her she should eat things.
Lallianolu didn't really know how though. The few time she'd eaten before she'd been mimicing. Put food in mouth, bite it with the teeth and then do the swallow thing. Well, chew it a little first. Lallianolu had choked a few times and the resulting panic hadn't exactly been fun. The chirping of birds kept her occupied while she walked, her cloak getting snagged in branches and making it hard to balance.
It turned out, walking over roots and soft moss was difficult when there was naught but two hooves and a small frame.
For the most part, everything was still very
new. Sunsets delighted her. Sunrises were beautiful. Leaves and bark and flowers were amazing beautiful things. Lallianolu wasn't sure how she found herself in a forest of thick trees but she was here now and she supposed she'd make the best of it. The trees were pretty. It smelled nice here. Her ears flicked at the sound of the wind through the trees and she dragged her fingers along the bark.
More chirping birds.
Another angry hungry gurgle in her torso.
Lallianolu pursed her lips before she tilted her head towards the bird chirping noise up there in the trees.
Hmm... That was food right? Could be.
It took a great deal of effort and a few awkward positions but she finally -
finally! - managed to grab a nest from a tree, looking down at it curiously. Strange spheres a little warm to the touch but no feathery puff. Not pointy face horn. Lallianolu looked at the nest, the wooden cradle for the warm oval things.
Hm. A moments pause and she held out her hand into the air, making a motion like she was tugging something from the air. A flame. Perfect! "Yes," she said softly, moving down to the ground before finding a few twigs and sticks and putting them in a pile. Gleefully she kneeled at her makeshift pile of sticks before feeding the flame to them, smiling when it took and she held the nest of eggs above it.
Fire made food. Or something. So gleeful about the prospect of making the gnawing feeling in her belly go away, she didn't really notice the fire crawl along the forest floor, licking at the dry sticks and leaves and branches. The fire was almost as hungry as the strange girl who conjured it.