10-31-2020, 11:04 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-31-2020, 11:05 AM by Moonlet.
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There is a startling bite to the air and a curl of fog that beckons to her like a finger. She follows it, which may not be the wisest decision that Moonlet has ever made but she also can’t think of a worse decision to make. The fog leads her to an interesting feature of the landscape that she’s never noticed before; some forgotten corner that she has yet to explore.
It is a set of gates that have been left open. If she finds that odd at all, she doesn’t voice it aloud or even reflect it on her face as she halts before them. Funny, she hadn’t noticed the small but growing gathering of horses that stand there too. It was like their scents were masked by something otherworldly like the thing that hails them with but a single question —
“Trick or treat?”
She had to think for what seemed like a very long moment but was probably only a matter of minutes too. Most of the answers were for treats and one for trick from a character that looked like he had a few tricks hiding in his eyes. Who was she to judge though? Her attention reverting back to the shadowy apparition that stood before them, appearing to wait.
“Treat please,” she answers, oddly mindful of her manners as that strange breeze that blew her here on a wisp of fog continues to unfurl past them, probably drawing more to this strange gathering.