I do not remember falling asleep, yet I am sure I have just been wakened by the soft rush of wind against my velveteen ears. It is dark, well past sunrise, and the eerie sensation of loneliness runs a cold finger down the back of my brown spine. Ahead, between the dark trees and the darker shadows, stands a figure. It is too dark to see, and I have no intention of getting closer.
Instead I wait, uncertain, and start at the sudden explosion of a question. Loud enough to e heard even across the distance that separates us, I am once more chilled by a sense of unease. Magic, I think, and not the kind that I am familiar with. Perhaps this place is not Beqanna after all, I find myelf thinking. Perhaps it is one of the gateways to the underworld.
Trick or treat?
Is it offering me a choice? The accentuation of its words is like that of the grey stallion and a the pale filly, the words understandable but with a foreign lilt. I frown, and my long ears flick uncertainly while my hind legs are brushed repeatedly by the swaying of my black-haired tail.
<b>“Treat,”</b> I answer, with the scant bit of hope that perhaps the creature will treat with me in a civil manner rather than attempt trickery.
Instead I wait, uncertain, and start at the sudden explosion of a question. Loud enough to e heard even across the distance that separates us, I am once more chilled by a sense of unease. Magic, I think, and not the kind that I am familiar with. Perhaps this place is not Beqanna after all, I find myelf thinking. Perhaps it is one of the gateways to the underworld.
Trick or treat?
Is it offering me a choice? The accentuation of its words is like that of the grey stallion and a the pale filly, the words understandable but with a foreign lilt. I frown, and my long ears flick uncertainly while my hind legs are brushed repeatedly by the swaying of my black-haired tail.
<b>“Treat,”</b> I answer, with the scant bit of hope that perhaps the creature will treat with me in a civil manner rather than attempt trickery.