[open] your string of lights is still bright to me

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you “You’ve no need to apologize,” Gale replies, reassured by the colorful warmth that radiates from her. He trusts his eyes above most other things, and he is sure that the soft-voiced creature near him is not one of the shadowed monsters. There are no details about her that he can see at all, but he does recall the easy way she’d moved, as though the world were more visible to her than it is to his currently equine blue eyes. Perhaps she had a gift like his, he muses, or perhaps she has another gift entirely. “You wouldn’t happen to know how to get the sun back would you, Hourglass?” He asks, his voice soft and too full of hope to be anything other than purposefully dramatic. Her name is full of soft sounds, which makes Gale curious. As delicately as he can, he plucks a single image from her mind, a rippled reflection of a time she’d glanced down at the water. Half a heartbeat later, he replaces it just where it came from, remarkably confident in his ability to manipulate without feeling like anything more than a brief itch. She’s a chestnut mare, with the stars on her chest. One of the Dark God’s many progeny, Gale assumes. Perhaps the question that he’d asked earlier in jest might actually have a helpful answer, but Gale is a realist. They are all stuck in the darkness, he thinks, and he might as well introduce himself. “I’m Gale.” @[Hourglass]