If something, or someone, exists in the shadows nearby - Agetta does not notice at all. Her attention is completely on Ryatah, she’s still marvelling at how beautiful she looks and how strange this new Beqanna is. Everyone seems to be more shiny, more colourful, than the last. There are so many new and wonderful and, quite frankly, ridiculous things. But she does not think Ryatah’s new abilities are ridiculous in the least.
She laughs when Ryatah nudges her and says she’s kidding, but Agetta just shakes her head. “Oh no, you were right the first time - I haven’t gotten the hang of it yet. Being blind once is enough, I’d think.” Kinda of like dying? Once should be enough. How many times were they going to slip into the afterlife and come back out again. Agetta can’t help but hope the next time will be a more permanent stay there. It’s strange, wishing for death - even passively. But she has to believe that staying in the afterlife would be better than the half-existence she had been living through.
Things have improved lately, it’s true, but she knows this cannot last forever. Peace never does.
She blinks and these casually morbid thoughts disappear, her smile still soft and present. “But healing! That’s definitely handy.” Even in times of peace, there’s always injuries, accidental or otherwise, that happen. The rest of it Agetta does not feel jealous over - but she has to admit she would particularly love being able to heal.
Her mind wanders and her smile falters a little with it, drifting to the quest they had gone through starting on the beach.
“Did…” Agetta hesitates, wondering if the question she’s about to ask is too personal. Probably. She knows Ryatah but not well. Will the angelic mare allow her to learn a little more? “Did your someone come back from the afterlife too?” Plume is permanently on Agetta’s mind these days and she has heard rumours that others have come back as well. They all opened the doors to the afterlife, after all.
@[Ryatah]