The child doesn’t know much about ghosts, certainly not enough to know that the mare has the voice of one. No, all she knows is that the voice sounds like smoke while the rest of her seems solid and she feels one sharp stab of uncertainty as she takes a short, uncertain step closer to get a better look at the bay mare. Suddenly she’s not so thoroughly convinced that she’s not a dark thing after all.
“That’s okay,” she says, though there’s an edge of wariness in her tone as she studies the mare through the crushing darkness. “I’m sure he’s not far.” She adds this like a warning, just in case the mare is thinking about trying anything funny.
She is on the verge of saying something further when a series of extraordinary things happen:
A soft light materializes just above her, suspended in the air just to the right of her head, a star that murmurs quietly to her. It tells her that the mare is not a dark thing at all, though the child has no reason to trust this soft light any more than she has any reason to trust the mare.
And then the most extraordinary thing of all --
A great light breaks over Beqanna, spreading outward from the eclipse as the darkness that had blotted out the sun dissolves. The child squints instinctively, having been born into darkness, the light burning her sensitive eyes.
“What’s happening?” she yelps, eyes tightly shut, the bay mare suddenly her only ally.
@[Risa]
“That’s okay,” she says, though there’s an edge of wariness in her tone as she studies the mare through the crushing darkness. “I’m sure he’s not far.” She adds this like a warning, just in case the mare is thinking about trying anything funny.
She is on the verge of saying something further when a series of extraordinary things happen:
A soft light materializes just above her, suspended in the air just to the right of her head, a star that murmurs quietly to her. It tells her that the mare is not a dark thing at all, though the child has no reason to trust this soft light any more than she has any reason to trust the mare.
And then the most extraordinary thing of all --
A great light breaks over Beqanna, spreading outward from the eclipse as the darkness that had blotted out the sun dissolves. The child squints instinctively, having been born into darkness, the light burning her sensitive eyes.
“What’s happening?” she yelps, eyes tightly shut, the bay mare suddenly her only ally.
@[Risa]