spirits in the dark are waiting; any

[Eurwen]

Eurwen

the secret of walking on water
is knowing where the rocks lie

The spotted baroque mare is speechless. In fact, when the other mare calls her name, Eurwen stares at her in open confusion. She knows the voice, and part of the smell, of this mare and she just can’t seem to remember her face or her name. It’s something like on the tip of her tongue, but also wrong.

Then she continues and relieves Eurwen of her initial surprise, calling her name. Wishbone - the name fits the voice and demeanor, if not her body at all. Blinking, the spotted mare looks at her mother’s former queen with astonishment that can’t be quite put into words - but Wish had closed her eyes to enjoy the cool sunlight and the salty breeze, and it goes relatively unnoticed.

The older mare - once-older - explains a little bit of what happened - certainly not all, but that shouldn’t be necessary. Died. The word rings in her ears, and her face falls. Eurwen had so nearly died herself, she just might have. Perhaps she would have come back too, she wonders, or perhaps not. ”I’m sorry.” she offers, a weak smile forming at the rest of Bone’s story, and her questions.

”I’m not sure where to start. What’s the last you remember?”

@[Wishbone]
Not a problem! ^^