Mazikeen wears a faint smile at next question the colt asks, and her eyes drift to the vague shadows around them. She wonders if the colt is able to produce some sort of glow or an aura like she can and is just willingly choosing to stand in the darkness instead. “Sure, I wouldn’t mind.” She ends up answering with a shrug - thinking it doesn’t matter either way. She’s here to face her fears but they’ll still exist even if she can see any branches that might be aiming towards her eye.
Her attention returns back to the colt when he answers her question. Boring was such a surprising way to describe the creatures of shadow that a bright smile breaks out on her expression and she laughs softly. A little more of the fear eases out of her with the sound. “A few, none of which have been boring.” She thinks particularly about the one she met with Wishbone, who had worn the face of a friend right until it had bitten her. How it had smiled at her and she discovered what it looked like to see her own blood drip from the mouth of someone she cared for.
Maybe Mazikeen had too many memories in this forest. “But maybe you’re right and it’s just what they were trying to do. None of the ones I’ve seen up close lived past our encounter.” There’s no particular note of gloating in her voice when she says this - they had deserved it. They had attacked first. She’s seen some from a distance, moving about like strange animals, only to investigate closer and find them gone.
She shakes her head a little because she’s still grinning about the colt’s choice of words as she glances once again into the darkness around them. “I can’t believe you think they’re boring.”
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