03-29-2021, 07:34 PM
The light that meets the dark
One ghost to another, Cheri wasn’t ready to experience the sensation of having another phantom run right through her insubstantial floaty form, but is any horse really ready to A) Be a ghost in the first place or B) have to be tethered to the “living” world with other spirits just like them? No; the answer is most definitely no, so Cheri hoped that her half-sibling Memorie would forgive her initial reaction to being run-through, since it wasn’t taken with an ounce of decorum.
“Oh gross, Memorie.” Cheri sighed, but her lack of enthusiasm over their current predicament was put aside in light of her sister’s troubled energy. If Cheri’s hackles could’ve stood up, they would’ve, but as it was she lifted her ghostly ears and peered through the translucent wisps of her floating her hair at Mem, concern knotting her expression into a twisted frown.
Dead? But weren’t they all?
Cheri pursed her mouth to say as much but stopped herself, contemplating the situation and what Memorie was telling her. Lilli had gone on the quest with them, chosen the exact same path as them and Cheri was certain a few hours ago that she’d seen her body on the shoreline, just like Memorie’s. Was she absolutely certain, though? Her frown deepened. She’d come back to Taiga, and here was Mem as well… yet Gramma Lilli was nowhere to be seen.
Gramma Lilli is dead. As in, really dead instead of just partitally like they were. “Thunderstrokes.” Cheri cursed quietly, feeling her throat catch. The words repeated themselves in her head: Lilli is dead, Lilli is dead, Lilli is dead, and her father was gone with Borderline, and her mother was still in the clutches of a deep magic, and Reave… “@[Reynard].” Cheri squeaked out, wishing that her twin would appear out of the dark like Memorie had. @[Targaryen], her heart whispered from the clutches of her fluttering chest.
She felt like a beaver’s dam near bursting, but her eyes caught sight of Memorie and the way her sister looked so breathlessly shattered, and Cheri knew that she had no other option except to hold the cracking edges of her heart together if she wanted to see any of the horses she loved again. Be strong, Cheri told herself and swallowed, for your family. For Lilli’s honor.
“Oh Mem.” Her sister whispered in an airy voice, wishing more than anything that they could hold one another. She tried anyways, and floated nearer to her ghostly sibling with her neck outstretched. “Maybe… maybe this is part of the challenge.” Cheri fumbled for a strand of golden hope. “Maybe we failed and Gramma Lilli succeeded in making it across. We were told so many times that magic has a price…” She clamped her teeth together to keep her voice from breaking.
“Oh gross, Memorie.” Cheri sighed, but her lack of enthusiasm over their current predicament was put aside in light of her sister’s troubled energy. If Cheri’s hackles could’ve stood up, they would’ve, but as it was she lifted her ghostly ears and peered through the translucent wisps of her floating her hair at Mem, concern knotting her expression into a twisted frown.
Dead? But weren’t they all?
Cheri pursed her mouth to say as much but stopped herself, contemplating the situation and what Memorie was telling her. Lilli had gone on the quest with them, chosen the exact same path as them and Cheri was certain a few hours ago that she’d seen her body on the shoreline, just like Memorie’s. Was she absolutely certain, though? Her frown deepened. She’d come back to Taiga, and here was Mem as well… yet Gramma Lilli was nowhere to be seen.
Gramma Lilli is dead. As in, really dead instead of just partitally like they were. “Thunderstrokes.” Cheri cursed quietly, feeling her throat catch. The words repeated themselves in her head: Lilli is dead, Lilli is dead, Lilli is dead, and her father was gone with Borderline, and her mother was still in the clutches of a deep magic, and Reave… “@[Reynard].” Cheri squeaked out, wishing that her twin would appear out of the dark like Memorie had. @[Targaryen], her heart whispered from the clutches of her fluttering chest.
She felt like a beaver’s dam near bursting, but her eyes caught sight of Memorie and the way her sister looked so breathlessly shattered, and Cheri knew that she had no other option except to hold the cracking edges of her heart together if she wanted to see any of the horses she loved again. Be strong, Cheri told herself and swallowed, for your family. For Lilli’s honor.
“Oh Mem.” Her sister whispered in an airy voice, wishing more than anything that they could hold one another. She tried anyways, and floated nearer to her ghostly sibling with her neck outstretched. “Maybe… maybe this is part of the challenge.” Cheri fumbled for a strand of golden hope. “Maybe we failed and Gramma Lilli succeeded in making it across. We were told so many times that magic has a price…” She clamped her teeth together to keep her voice from breaking.
@[Memorie]