It is a pleasant surprise to have company. Pleasanter still to know someone witnessed his making a fairy uncomfortable enough to abandon her post, at least corporeally. She likely still watched the boys from somewhere.
Bonebone does not have magic, or any skill that he can manifest in pretending at magic but that doesn’t matter. Not to him.
“I’m not that kind of fairy, stupid.” Replies Bonebone in a his soft mature way, he doesn’t hurl the word stupid like an insult but is rather matter-of-fact. Like his mother he gives offense quite readily, and oftentimes even a little affectionately. He is gentler than he should be, considering his breeding, and quickly moves on. “I’m a death fairy. Straight from hell. I let people know when they are going to die.” His imagination is an untethered thing, and his confident tone might even be enough to pull the stranger into the game. “I don’t need magic.” This last is a little more aloof but he cocks his head (a little too far) and gazes intently at the other boy glowing in front of him. Bonebone does not wonder why they have apparently both delivered themselves here in the dark, he usually plays in the dark alone in Pangea and the boundary of land and kingdom is of no interest to him.
It is very dark. Bonebone moves closer to the glow of the other colt but not because he is afraid of the night. “What kind of fairy are you? Only fairies are allowed here now. No kids.” He squints at the spotted colt, as if determining if he is actually a fairy. “What’s your name? Mine is… Draco.” He plucks his father’s name from the back of his mind, does it sound like the name of a death fairy? He decides it does.
@Fyr