Agetta still feels as though she has been moving through a dream, her steps lighter than they were before. She knows she should be worried, at least a little bit, about what memories she had lost to Death but it is hard to worry about something she does not miss. She is aware of the difference in her attitude, aware that she had felt lost and uncertain before her journey into the afterlife, but her mind glances so easily off of whatever used to exist within the dark corners and now only holds empty space.
There are still more horrors than she would care for, and in the wake of everything that has happened there are surely new worries that have taken the place of the old ones, but still. Smiles come a little bit easier to her midnight blue eyes than they did before and that is something to rejoice in.
Of course, part of those easy smiles come when she thinks about Plume. About the feeling of standing with him in this new Beqanna, the scent of him flooding her senses.
She’s lost in these thoughts when she hears a soft voice calling to her. Her gaze moves, expecting to see the white mare she has known for years that can no longer be counted. She does see that white mare - but she is not just a white mare any more. “Ryatah! Look at you!”Her eyes widen and a smile grows, incredulous and full of amazement as she watches the haloed and winged figure of her friend move through the grass towards her. “Oh my dear friend, you are so beautiful! You were before too, of course, but my goodness.”
Belatedly, she becomes conscious about how her gaze is wandering - taking in the absolutely incredible sight before her - and she smiles, focusing her gaze on those familiar near-black eyes as she teases gently. “Who would have thought a former queen of the Valley would be so angelic. How are you liking it?”
There are more questions but instead Agetta responds to the words Ryatah had spoken. “And yes, mostly unscathed, at least in comparison to you. The afterlife granted me a few small gifts. Apparently I can flash light beams now - nearly blinded some poor soul in the forest the first time they came out.” She laughs lightly, though naturally the guilt of that moment still worries her. Blinded someone and learned some new curse words all at once.
@[Ryatah]