[open] I want to breathe into your well; any

[BEASTIE]

B E A S T I E There are two of them gathered, which is odd enough these days. No one lingers in the darkness amongst strangers without reason, be it good or bad. The monsters are not easily placated. They accept no pleas. The first one had caught her eye with their matching coats of black. Theirs is set off with green mane and tail whereas her stocky body has livid stripes of orange across her face and matching points on her legs. Strange colors are nothing unusual in this day and age, but to Beastie, no less interesting.  She gathers them, sometimes, to try on later. She'd waited to decide on the best approach, her bright eyes unblinking. She wasn't afraid, is afraid of very little but darkly curious about everything, and she rarely rushes. Another approaches and the second horse is what fully decides her. A shadowy creature, not fully of this world but with an intriguing transparency that Beastie knows she could never replicate. The pair together now feel like a complete setting, a stage where her cue has been called. Beastie steps forward out of the shade of her tree, shifting her coat silvery black until no orange remains but in her eyes. She catches the words of the ghostly appaloosa and speaks before his companion can answer, her tone light. "Yet. Will you give instruction on how to rectify the situation if the answer is no?"