Margot is not necessarily immune to surprise; but she certainly has not been easily impressed since she was a filly. The sudden and third rending of Beqanna that she has experienced did not even stir her, save for the reappearance of Pangea. Perhaps it was being raised with monsters, seeing all of their rousing might, that taught her to be so collected; or perhaps Margot was born with an innate sense of steadfastness.
Regardless, she is neither surprised nor impressed by the grinning ghoul collapsed in the dust of Pangea.
The red canyons and bleak boulders reflect in Margot’s pastel eyes as she stares curiously at the gray heap bundled next to fresh rubble. Her head cocks ever so slightly to the side, one streak of dark mane flashing over and past her right eye to frame her cheek. Beqanna, full of wicked wonders—Pangea, full of even more. She smiles a specter’s smile, mirroring the very wonder curled so conveniently near her. Margot wonders of Jesper, of the man she fantasized a ghost merely days ago. Wonders if she discovered some true supernatural.
Only a few moments pass between Margot’s thoughts and her decision to approach the stallion, but those few moments felt like an eternity. Her steps are quiet but her heart is so loud in her eyes, beating with the wish to find some old, monstrous Pangean.
“You look exhausted,” Margot says by way of greeting. “More exhausted than everyone else, I mean,” she adds as an afterthought.
“What’s got you smiling like that?” is the final thing Margot says, pale eyes glittering with curiosity. She reaches out a tendril of her magic, searching for any love that might live inside him. A smile like that comes with love, surely?
