It had been so wonderful to see Kensley on the beach that day, a familiar face that helped dull the edge of the anger she felt when she saw Atrox. When that vile panther stallion had spoken to her. But that brief gathering on the beach had been drowned in her memories by what had happened in the afterlife, and all that had happened since.
There’s a bright light in her midnight blue eyes when she recognizes Kensley as he approaches, and she calls out to him happily - a small dance in her step as she moves forward a few steps to close the space between them a little sooner. She was feeling less like a ghost herself since their first meeting, and funnily enough the trip into the afterlife had helped solidify her, and she wondered if he had found the mare he loved or his daughter - if he had discovered little treasures of the past here in this strange future.
But all these thoughts came crashing down as he drew closer and Agetta got a good look at her friend. His coat was not the same beautiful dapple it had been the last time they had seen each other, the spark in his eyes was missing.
Death had stolen some of her memories as her price for returning, had it taken more from him? She moves to close the gap between them, a cautious muzzle reaching out to gently touch him. He seemed more a ghost now than he had before, and guilt begins to eat at the white mare. She had been floating along in happiness ever since the afterlife, and though she had often thought of her new friend and hoped to see him again - she had not thought to seek him out to see if he was okay.
Her voice is soft when she speaks, drawing back again as concern darkens her expression. “Kensley, my friend. It’s good to see you as well but… what happened? Are you okay?”
@[kensley] how dare you