[open] at the final breath that is drawn

[bolder]

Perhaps it was because Bolder assumed that the rest of Beqanna knew of the magical entities that existed in Hyaline as he did. It sounds nonsensical. He’s lived in the shadow of the Mountain for years now, and has tried to carve it out for Carnage, the Dark God, just as he’s lived for years with the statue of Starlace, Straia’s burning tree, and the protection that Craft and Anatomy bestowed upon his home.

He's becoming increasingly aware that his rambling makes him sound like a mad-man.

Fueled by the chill of the winter and his own selfish desire to return home, it makes him jump so far ahead that he leaves little time for his companion to follow.

Bolder doesn’t miss the side glance that the dark female gives the softly-glowing lights that surround her. Bolder looks at them himself, peering at them if they might offer some insight to the mystery of their existence. Ghosts, she had deemed them. But as a young stallion who has yet to experience regret, he has a hard time understanding it (Gale had stolen most of them, giving them a shape as a shadow that rarely follows him).

”We have a tree,” he tries again, ”A pine tree that always burns but isn’t…” and then he pauses again, looking at the dimly-glowing lights glinting in a lovely way off the river current, ”on fire.”

Swallowing hard, and realizing that he sounds like a raving lunatic, Bolder adds, ”It can tell the future. Sometimes. It might be able to foretell a way to – help you with your ghosts.” He refrains from telling her it requires blood magic to work. (In typical Bolder fashion, he decides to worry about that detail later.) ”I’m Bolder, by the way, of Hyaline. I, uh, didn’t catch your name.”

@Nostromo