[open] at the final breath that is drawn

[bolder]

Bolder has no ghosts. Perhaps he should, given the way that tragedy has plagued his line. But perhaps this is what Gale had taken from him that day beneath Hyaline’s lake. The young stallion has very little - if any - remorse. It’s as if any regret he might have had took a shape and then flew away. He had been taken from his family and Bolder holds no anger in his heart towards Mazikeen and Gale for that. His Uncle had even vanished from Hyaline and Bolder never lamented the loss.

So he stands there in the silence, listening to the dark mare speak of the ghosts that will follow wherever she goes, that they will harm no matter what she does, trying to understand.

His head tilts as he watches her, the silver of his moon glowing faintly against the dark night, and illuminating the serious silver gaze that Bolder gives her. Where could she go? Was there even a way to evade, if not exorcise, those malevolent spirits? (After his own experience with the Mountain and the Dark God, he will refrain from mentioning that place.)

"There is a tree,” Bolder realizes, wondering why he hadn’t sought out that entity before. "It's always burning,” he explains, though he continues to carefully regard his companion. His excitement was rising, and Bolder tended to get carried away in the moment. His over-enthusiasm might terrify the mare more than her ghosts. "They say you can see your future in the flames, and that if you petition it, it can offer protection.”

He smirks then, revealing the mischievous creature he is, and begins to stretch out his wings, trying to bring about any kind of warmth.

"Wouldn’t it be fun to give these guys a bit of their own medicine?”

@Nostromo