A rose in the rain [any]

[Nymphetamine]

Everything looked simple from the outside. When you look in on a situation from a distance, before you can perceive the context of the situation, everything is simple. That is what made the necromancer interested in this trip to the meadow. To glance in on others lives and enjoy the momentary simplicity was all he wanted at the time. Externally he was a bit blank, bland even. He slowly worked through the meadow, slowly looked from equine to equine. His blood bay body reflected the sun's rays ever so slightly so that he looked like he had a slight sheen to him. Nymphetamine's darkened ears flicked as he moved close enough to catch snippets of conversation. Internally his mind reveled in the simplicity, the moment was the "breath of fresh air" that he so desperately needed. He would spare you the details, as enough people had been unintentionally brought into his personal affairs, but needless to say, he was content with the blandness of his time here.

That was until everything was no longer bland. Nothing about the dreaded stillness that washed over the land was bland. Nothing about the snorting and fleeing of the other four leggers around him a moment later was bland. Nothing about a horse accompanied by the mr. potato head, the skeleton version, was bland. The mare that moved along with the skeleton was normal enough ,young dark coat normal build... but the mutt that moved beside her was odd as it looked around through hollow eyes. If Nymphetamine hadn't been around so many corpses in his time he would have reacted like the others, threw his tail in the air, snorted, and fled. He was not like the others, and he was not worried about the animated bones. He heard her words, and his head tilted with curiosity. Her voice was polite, however, her eyes danced with the mischievous gleam of an imp. Playful and bright, they were pools he could get lost in if he would allow himself that luxury. Today he did not dwell in the bright impish pools. Instead, he glanced down at the mutt at her side before answering her with deep baritone tones, "Sometimes boredom is a welcome thing. Nymphetamine, I see you are a necromancer; and here I thought I was the only one around here."

The conjurer was curious as to how she was able to just keep the skeleton mutt above ground. His own necromancy didn't allow him such power, as it fed off his own lifeforce, and if he wasn't careful he could die from use of his gift. She didn't seem to have that distinct limitation. If he was sure of anything is that the magic within this place was unique and nothing seemed to ever work exactly the same from equine to equine. his attention flicked from the mare to the bones and back, he made sure to listen to the lass when she spoke, but he could help but hold some jealousy over her abilities. He would never be able to do as she did, and he was a solid few years older than she. He moved his eyes back to her, as a questioned formed in his mind, "So why do you terrorize the field dwellers with your mutt? Why single out the lone bored-looking stallion? Surely there are others that would have been more interesting." The bay half smiled at the black mare, a small jest as she surely had a bigger reason to address him other than his single status and apparent boredom.

Nymphetamine

cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me: a rose in the rain