Agetta doesn’t think about how her and Ryatah might not consider the same faces familiar, or that they might not even find the same faces comforting – she just appreciates the idea that there are other old souls here. She hasn’t interacted with many of the younger generations yet, but even just being near them is somewhat exhausting. They are so impossibly young, and there’s so many bright colours.
Looking at them, even from a distance, helps her feel like the ghost she is. They feel like a species entirely separate from the world she once knew.
When Ryatah explains that magic is everywhere now, Agetta can’t help but glance around. As if she could see evidence of it – but she supposes that the changed landscape is evidence enough. Was that Beqanna itself, who had proven to be a fickle entity in the past, or were there magicians out there capable of shifting the entire landscape? She can’t say she’d be entirely surprised.
Is there anything that this place could offer her now that would be truly surprising, after what she had seen?
When she looks back to the near-black eyes of the other mare, there’s a ghost of a smile. “That sounds… daunting.” Agetta remarks with a small, light laugh. “I haven’t had many good experiences with magic in the past.”
@[Ryatah]