the cat and the fiddle
The two males drone on especially the purple one. What a little twit he was. So insignificant. Yet so grandios. She nips his flesh though she passes through it. Still it must chill him or something as often ghosts are prone to do. Smirking at Pollock, Well nice to meet you Pollock. She dryly chirps back at him. Now as for the rest you have quite a bit of explaining to do. She steps up to him. Rearing at his face her hooves plunging to plant on his forehead. And as she knows it will simply pass through, there is still the instinctual reaction to jerk away. She hopes that it gives him a taste of the fear that he seemed to enjoy giving to others.
With a sigh she passes through him turning to be along side him. Looking into his eyes with large leafy ones. She smiles again. You know I really should be thanking you.... but... I haven't decided yet. No, no she wouldn't make up her mind just yet. After all she had an eternity of fun ahead of her. Why stop it all now.
Not like she wouldn't eventually weazle all her answers out of him eventually. Glancing to the other horse she feels more curious than anything for a moment. Whats this? Your boyfriend? She chortles a whispy sort of laugh. Well this would definatly explain a lot of things. It would be so amusing to watch. Maybe I'll join her eyes glimmer with mischief. How ackward could that get. Well maybe they would find out. Or the next time that he tried anything intimate that is.
Hestia