Gryffen's disappointment is evident, and Modicum Mortem feels awash with shame that he has failed the wraith. He had hoped maybe this killing would have proved him worthy, but it only made Sylva's King doubt him more. His eyes shoot down as he inwardly curses himself - how could he fix what was already broken?
And before Gryffen can finish with this conversation, another is approaching. Mortem's view switches from the leaf-covered ground to a crimson stranger, who is obviously filled with anger over the black and white mare's murder.
The mare's interruption and pathetic threats do not phase the clown. His eyes only loom over her lazily, and he laughs as she speaks her "peace." Her barrel was swollen, just as his flame's was, and he stares at the red stomach for a moment before she is gone, storming off through the trees. He turns back to Gryffen so they can finish their conversation.
"Follow that mare." To his surprise, another task, another chance. A warped grin paints the black stallion's face, and he bows his head. As Gryffen recedes into the shadows, he lets out only a simple reply.
"It shall be done."
And then he is gone.
Modicum Mortem
They all float…
@[Gryffen]