Nemeon watches with wariness as the glowing filly moves a little closer, thoughts of his radioactive family so fresh that he shifts a little nervously where he stands. He doesn’t step back, though he’s aware that he should. It was reckless of him to place himself in situations where he could hurt someone if the gap between them closed. Even just the chance of it made him feel guilty for talking to anyone at all - but it was hard enough being trapped in the night hours. Being forced to live in the dark without interacting with anyone else at all was torture - a lesson he had already learned.
But though he had not intended to step backwards, when the light of the filly blinks out soon that thought where he wished she wasn’t glowing, Nemeon startles back a step with a small shout of surprise. He blinks furiously, trying to force his eyes to become accustomed to the night once again in the absence of her light.
And while he adjusts, she tells him to wish for something else.
The grey colt frowns, but it’s just in consideration - he’s not yet caught onto the fact that she heard the wish in his thoughts. He's too busy thinking of what else he could wish for. The weight of the darkness feels oppressive in contrast to the light that had just been with them so he considers taking back his wish, or wishing for a little bit of light.
Only, there’s really only one wish he has - and he speaks it quietly while his golden eyes shine with desperate hope. “I wish I didn’t have to turn into a statue again in the morning.”
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