11-02-2021, 07:07 PM
Limping, bleeding, with dried bits of pumpkin still clinging to his hair, Sintra finds his way to Jack with his clothes in tatters, a boot left behind in the cave and the Jolly Roger hat left... somewhere. The parrot remains, hissing softly into the pirate's ear when they get too near Jack and keeping Sintra's frowning face between itself and the looming pumpkin man. Sintra tries to lift his hand to soothe the feathered beast (already forgetting how poorly that worked out in the amethyst cave,) and grunts, startled, when her foreleg only curls up beneath her, a grey hoof reaching out tentatively and hovering in the air. She lowers it again slowly while the iron tang of blood in her mouth fades back to the old, familiar, pomegranate. It's shocking how quickly she claimed the new body and now the lack of hands makes her feel strangely bereft. The parrot is not confused, merely shifting its perch and picking aggressively at the pumpkin-sticky mane and the seeds still in it.
The soap-bubble mare turns her head to focus on Jack with her single eye as he speaks his final couplets, recoiling visibly when he asks his question. Trick or treat? She is reminded viscerally of another time that question was asked of her and her dark ears pin back, that violet eye rolling. There had been a moment where she forgot all her anxieties and her doubts, but now another spirit stands before her in her memory, a shrouded guardian offering the same choice too a stupid child and the path it set her on.
I can't...
She can't decide, but the memory of Hera's anger freezes her feet in place even though she wants to run. Terror makes her stare at Jack as if this - this - is the step too far.
"I... I..."
"NO PREY NO PAY! SAVVY? *microwave beep*"
Sintra shakes her head, dislodging the shrill parrot from it's place between her ears and the bird flies a wild path to Jack's hand with an ear-piercing A-A-A-A-A-A-A, landing roughly in the claw with the candy and taking off again in a flash, winging its way back to the horrified, shivering, mare.
Treat.
The soap-bubble mare turns her head to focus on Jack with her single eye as he speaks his final couplets, recoiling visibly when he asks his question. Trick or treat? She is reminded viscerally of another time that question was asked of her and her dark ears pin back, that violet eye rolling. There had been a moment where she forgot all her anxieties and her doubts, but now another spirit stands before her in her memory, a shrouded guardian offering the same choice too a stupid child and the path it set her on.
I can't...
She can't decide, but the memory of Hera's anger freezes her feet in place even though she wants to run. Terror makes her stare at Jack as if this - this - is the step too far.
"I... I..."
"NO PREY NO PAY! SAVVY? *microwave beep*"
Sintra shakes her head, dislodging the shrill parrot from it's place between her ears and the bird flies a wild path to Jack's hand with an ear-piercing A-A-A-A-A-A-A, landing roughly in the claw with the candy and taking off again in a flash, winging its way back to the horrified, shivering, mare.
Treat.