Who, What

Andrev was weaving snares to catch rabbits when Rastaban sat beside him.

“Tell me,” Rastaban said, and held up an arrowhead, “can you speak to any animal?”

Andrev blinked at him.

Rastaban let go of the arrowhead - and it remained floating in midair, over his palm. “Or is it just animals you can see?”

Andrev lifted his head and pushed his hair out of his eyes. “Kana told you.”

“Only some. I wish to know more.”

“Are there others like me?” Andrev asked. “Someone once said that - five horns is rare. Most have three. Most who, Rastaban? What am I?”