It was like the snow was talking to him. Or maybe it was the stone that sat atop the mound, gleaming where it sat. He stared up at that oddly shaped protrusion with a curious expression on his face - something like awe, which twitched and vanished after a minute or so.

Something moved on the ground by his face, drawing his big dark eyes towards a slanting focus. It looked like a tiny flap of skin. At first he could not get his eyes to work right and thought, 'Is that my ear, have I lost it?'

As a response to this thought, his ears flicked - left, then right. The right one felt more present than the left, startling him with how acute the feeling was. He'd forgotten that he'd torn it.

"What's your name, you little cutie?" the skin-flap seemed to squeal up at him. It took a moment for him to recognize there had been two voices all along. Two voices, two beings. Did they both have names? Did he?

His little face pinched in a frown. "Nnn.. naaay, name?"
'Come on, you know this.' "Name, um... L'ddos. Luh.. Lidth..." His tongue still felt heavy; would he ever get used to that? "Lithos." There, finally.

Their voices became a ringing in his ears. One was too shrill, the other low but quick, and after a pause the piglet drew back a step as if the distance might cause the momentary chaos to lapse. The pink creature moved as if to grab him and he did not like the sight of those spindling legs reaching for him - there was something unsettling about it.

But then there was talk of magic - what was magic? It was pretty, said the bug. Maybe Lithos had something pretty they could show off too? They tilt their little head, ears flapping, mouthing the word as if to chew it over: 'magic, magic, magic, magic...'

"How...?" Lithos blurts, eyes big and dark and staring emptily at them both.

The explanation did not clarify things too much. It sounded simple enough though - there was a piece of the pink creature that could do magic and he should have a piece like that too, somewhere, which could funnel the same energy. All it took was a wish.

Lithos took this information in stride. There was no doubt within him. He was too new to have reservations about such concepts as magic and reality, and as he had been born in to this reality of caves and stones and messy piecemeal creatures, it all seemed reasonable enough.

"Wish," he mimics, his little face scrunching in to a concentrated scowl. "Wishy wish.. I.. I do wish."

He squeezed his eyes shut, and focused all of his energy on his wish. Had his eyes been open then the green flare of his magic would have been all too obvious, but all he saw was black. The magic came and went. He opened his eyes after, with the green dissipating across his blind eye, but otherwise there was nothing remarkable to show for the effort.

"Did I do..?" He asks belatedly, looking around to see if there was any change anywhere. All that happened was a strong feeling that there was more out there than just the wolf and the flutter-thing, but it wasn't enough. It certainly wasn't showy.