06-09-2020, 07:31 PM
She doesn’t immediately answer his question because she’s thinking it over - would she rather be dead? If she were dead, maybe she could be a ghost and then she could haunt the Cove and her brother. That didn’t sound so bad, really.
Before Tirza can open her mouth to inform him of this plan, the mood shifts as though the sun has been blocked by a cloud. The sudden change in her brother’s tone catches her attention - though she does little more than just roll her head to see what he was looking at. Then, finally, she scrambles upright because her sideways view of the scene was confusing. A skeleton is running towards them, and there is a figure behind it as well.
She can see the tensing in her brother’s muscles and the widening of his eyes, but she feels none of that. There is not even a flicker of fear in Tirza. It might trouble her later, to think back on it, but in that moment she did not feel the absence of the fear either. Gravitas seemed cautious, protective, but she just felt curious with a dash of her own desire to protect her twin.
After a first cautious step, the rest come more easily as she approaches the moving skeleton.
The concept of death has not settled on this filly’s mind completely yet - the permanence of it, anyway. She thinks she can become a ghost for a while and then return to her body when she gets bored of it. Perhaps that explains the complete lack of fear, taken over by a brazen interest that drives her to reach out boldly to tap her muzzle against the rib cage of the creature.
She pulls back her head for a moment, just long enough to spare a glance to the blue and black stallion she suspects had sent this gift before she moves her head again - but this time with the intent to grasp one of those rib bones with her teeth and then she jerks her head back to rip it out.
T I R Z A
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