Like many nights before this one, she is a ghost. The mare is pale and silent in shadows cast by ancient trees, shifting without sound between the pillars of chrome moonlight. Since the plague has spread its icky grip across the flesh of Beqanna, the healer has stayed within the Cove with the rest of Hyalines residents. Tonight though, she has decided to see what is beyond. She did her traveling when the sun began to rise and arrived in an old familiar spot, the Forest, as the moon started to ascend in its place.
She feels him first, the rumble beneath her, the vibrations of each hard strike against the ground creeping up her legs. Like a ghost she is silent and still, the only movement being the subtle twist of her ears to follow the pounding sound as he came up the path and eventually passed where she stands off of in the distance (off the path). He stops just before he would have flashed out of her view, but as chance has it, she can see him still; she can hear him heave each breath, his hooves still slashing the soft dirt.
She waits a few minutes before taking up a walk to emerge on the path somewhere behind him, standing in the center looking at him while the breeze sweeps her hair off in one direction. Her glass blue eyes do not seem to move, as perfectly still as the rest of her save for her twisting and dancing hair. She blinks, but nothing more, breathing softly while she watches.
Kota
those great whites,
they have big teeth
@[magnus]
so their other meeting thread seemed a little aged, plus THE PLAGUE {:
i wanted her to see him again so, here she is lol
