Pride snorted softly, humor trickling through the last of the link as it faded. "I wasn't actually even looking at her, truth be told. I'd been trying to forge myself to Lesser deer. I had... some idea that I could protect them, then. Guard them, keep them from being eaten, at least... one of them. At the time, there was some strange group of Lessers I'd never seen--winter things, cold-adapted. Someone had crashed into the caves, lost them--they were his, I suppose, and he liked them, and asked us to help him find them."
Pride couldn't really smile, but his face almost imitated one as he remembered--lost, of course, on blind Aethereal. But it was faintly audible in his words as he spoke. "It kept failing. Over, and over, and over again. We were nearly at Pisces--where I had to return the herd--when I tried one last time. I happened to spot something out of the corner of my eyes, something small, white--ahh... Do you know what 'white' is? -In any case, that was Mischief, and in my momentary lapse, I'd linked with her. So perhaps... 'trying too hard' doesn't work with this sort of magic. Or perhaps you must simply find the right Lesser for you, one that fits your personality, your mind, or your magic. We do not know how all of this works," he explained. "Most of us simply hatched from gemstones over the past few years. On occasion the Masters give us tidbits of information, but... we are unsure how much of that is true. Ahh, bar Tenzin. He's the fellow in Pisces--not the one who'd lost the deer. He's a Master who lives in the waters, there, and he is very kind."
A small laugh of apology escaped the white stag as he looked to Aethereal. "I'm sorry, I think I've rather rambled. Does this at all answer your question?" he asked. "I wish I could make it clearer how to do it--the process--but I think that sort of thing is rather trial-and error. Sometimes it comes quickly; sometimes... it does not."