03-22-2022, 10:00 PM
This dark mare did not have much imagination, but even if she did - she likely would not have predicted what the moon-faced stallion would respond to her question with. Her polite expression quickly crumbles into absolute confusion as she continues to stand there in the dark river. Even the orbit of her star-ghosts seems to slow, as though they are equally as confused.
Most of the words he tells her don’t make sense - a burning tree, that can show the future and offer protection? That can give some medicine to the ghosts?
Were they bothering her because they were sick? What would be so fun about healing them?
She looks sideways at them, as though for any clarification, but of course the cool light offers none at all.
So her dark gaze turns back to her companion. There are dozens of questions buzzing around her mind and they help her to forget her fear and the chill of the water she is standing in. Only one syllable makes it past her lips, though, because she has no idea how to begin to figure out exactly what he is saying to her. “What?”
Most of the words he tells her don’t make sense - a burning tree, that can show the future and offer protection? That can give some medicine to the ghosts?
Were they bothering her because they were sick? What would be so fun about healing them?
She looks sideways at them, as though for any clarification, but of course the cool light offers none at all.
So her dark gaze turns back to her companion. There are dozens of questions buzzing around her mind and they help her to forget her fear and the chill of the water she is standing in. Only one syllable makes it past her lips, though, because she has no idea how to begin to figure out exactly what he is saying to her. “What?”
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