02-09-2026, 11:53 AM
A relit cigarette never tastes the same, and thats all I'll preach about rekindling old flames
As the night wears on, Topsail finds herself falling easily into those old habits. As the shadows twine around her legs and over the planes of her rotting body, she leans into them. There is a feline-esque movement about it, like a devoted cat swirling around the legs of its devoted master. The other girl, Starbry, she seems to know nothing of the night or the shadows. Where Topsail is plainly in her element, the other girl is whimpering and afraid.
More the pity, Topsail thinks. Skeletons make fantastic monsters. If the little meek mouse can't find the beauty in the macabre, thats her own fault.
Topsail listens to the frantic ramblings of the other mare, though she registers very little of it until she hears her own name spill from the skeletons teeth. Her remaining eye narrows, while the muscles within the empty socket contract as if trying to do the same thing. Topsail shakes her head, a sigh falling loose and slipping into the chilled air. The other mare has spoken, continues to speak, but her words fade away on the wind, forgotten and ignored.
Topsail has no time for the mewings of a baby monster.
"If you're really that upset about a little flesh loss, we can go find Eight. He's king of The Valley and a magician besides. Maybe he can set you right, though it seems a pity to waste such a frightening gift." she finishes with a half shrug, though the muscles and tendons in her rotting body don't react well to the motion. She turns towards The Valley, intent on getting the pitiful mare help. With her thoughts preoccupied and her eyeball rolling on the ground, she doesn't notice the pink tinged sky kissing the mountains.
with love,
topsail
@Starbry