My arrival seemed like a surprise to the pale flower, her body held stiff and rigid in the moonlight. The flowers springing up around her split hooves remained tall and proud as if they had been put their by the gods themselves rather than some kind of magic that was clearly radiating off of the crowned princess. Once our eyes met, blind silver ones to eyes that were stunning even colored in the monotones I could see, and relief washed over her frame as the muscles relaxed and a breath shaky with the tension slid from her darkened kissers. A smirk tugged at a single corner of my own ebony lips while my greeting slid forward into the slowly warming air. "It's been a long time." Something about the light, airy way she spoke reminded me again of my childhood, but the name of the silver nymph was still lost to me.

Before there was time to speak again the sound of another approaching at an alarmingly fast pace drew our attention away from each other. Dark rimmed harks flicked forwards as moon eyes shifted in the general direction, wanting to be able to see who it was as soon as I could, in case there was a need to protect the silver. "Reaper." The kite's voice echoed in my mind just a moment before the large, dark, sword wielding stallion broke into our little clearing. "Loth-." His voice broke with an emotion I had never heard in the Reaper's voice before while strong, battle scarred limbs carried him closer to the silver their bodies blending together in my failing vision, a loving embrace that forced memories of the silver nymph as a child into the forefront of my mind. The silver princess, sister to the water-walking Erebos, daughter of the Reaper himself and a mare who's name failed me at this very moment. 

Once the puzzle was put together the two had allowed air to get between their frames once again and instantly I felt as if I was interrupting a scene in which I should not have been a part of. Maybe my thinking that my path was leading to the Threshold was incorrect, and rather I should have headed south and west to where my twin would be soaking up the sun. Moon eyes focused on the monotone scene playing out before me as the silver spoke softly, pleading to her father to take her home. Clearing my throat softly I took a hesitant step towards the pair, lowering my ivory topped skull in respect towards the Lord and the Dutchess of the Basin before allowing my own baritones to fill the air alongside the emotions strong enough to choke a bear. "Lord, I can escort the lady home if you have duties to complete today." A cluck of approval came from the branches above where I knew the kite was seated, watching it all play out so he could pick on me for my obvious lack of social skills later. I half expected the Reaper to turn and strike me once with his weapon for even asking if I could be in the company of his daughter.

But then again, maybe the world would surprise me today.




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