01-30-2022, 08:58 PM
For a moment, she thinks perhaps it is the ghost talking to her. Whichever one had been making inanimate objects move, but then she opens her eyes and she sees the moon.
This confuses her, she looks up to the sky where she sees a similar - but not identical - moon and then back down to the illuminated face. A horse with the moon on their face?
Her entire body aches from the fall and she misses the hard armored body she had once possessed.
It’s been a few moments since his question but she finally replies from her spot on the riverbed. “No.” This mare has not yet learned to lie, even the small white ones that are polite.
She also does not know about small talk.
“I am being haunted.” She informs him in her slow, careful voice as she gets her legs back underneath her and though they are shaky, and she is cold and soaked, she remains upright in the river. The stars still orbit here in the water but she thinks maybe there will be less things for the ghosts to move if she is surrounded by water. Exhaustion weighs on her mind - just a little alleviated a little from the chill of the water and the fall. Or maybe there is just more for her to think about.
The moon stallion, the pain in her shoulder and scrapes on her side, the dampness of it all, the cold, the darkness, the lights, the ghosts. It is all too much.
This confuses her, she looks up to the sky where she sees a similar - but not identical - moon and then back down to the illuminated face. A horse with the moon on their face?
Her entire body aches from the fall and she misses the hard armored body she had once possessed.
It’s been a few moments since his question but she finally replies from her spot on the riverbed. “No.” This mare has not yet learned to lie, even the small white ones that are polite.
She also does not know about small talk.
“I am being haunted.” She informs him in her slow, careful voice as she gets her legs back underneath her and though they are shaky, and she is cold and soaked, she remains upright in the river. The stars still orbit here in the water but she thinks maybe there will be less things for the ghosts to move if she is surrounded by water. Exhaustion weighs on her mind - just a little alleviated a little from the chill of the water and the fall. Or maybe there is just more for her to think about.
The moon stallion, the pain in her shoulder and scrapes on her side, the dampness of it all, the cold, the darkness, the lights, the ghosts. It is all too much.
NOSTROMO