| LIKE WATER FLOWING INTO LUNGS.
Plague. She had long since observed the frequency of visits to this place from those with any number of symptoms. Plague was not something she feared. It would take more than that to compromise the shadow mare. The plague did, however, afford the cold woman an opportunity of sorts. It was in times like these that she was pleased with her newfound sense of anonymity. For there was always opportunity in the face of mortal tragedy, even if that opportunity was for little more than her own amusement.
She’d seen him limp his way into the meadow from a distance. She watched, impassively, as he struggled before making the decision to follow. She did not allow herself to be seen as she observed the sorry sight. Finally, she decided to approach.
“Well, well,” the cold voice cut through the silence before the shadow mare stepped into the light. “What have we here?” She stepped from the shadows but did not stop before the boy. Instead she walked a circle around the clearly distressed stallion, her cold eyes crawling over the ravaged flesh - analyzing. She finally did stop only after making a full rotation, making a soft tsk, tsk under her breath.
He was gifted, it didn’t take a magician to sense that. Ice blue eyes trailed over the strange figure that accompanied the young stallion. Alive, but not living. Curious. She preferred to work with living flesh rather than breathing life into that with noe. However, she found herself amused by the creation that the boy had managed to put together even in such a delirious state.
“You seem to be in quite a state, Child,” she breathed, her voice nearly expressionless in it’s tone. It wasn’t a question, but an invitation. Tell the shadow mare what ails you, boy.
A N A X A R E T E
been there, done that |
