She was like the moon

As she was constructing the back wall of the greenhouse, she hadn’t noticed the approach of the second stallion. Her magic had taken so much focus that she hadn’t been paying attention to her surroundings (which if she were back in her homeland, being a diplomat in far off lands, it could’ve been a grave mistake) but here in the Aurora Basin, she felt more comfortable in giving her complete attention to the magic that ran like ice through her veins. As she finished it, she heard the voice of the man reach her. Turning her dual horned head to view the newcomer easier, she dipped her head in greeting to him. “Hello.” She uttered, ears flickering as she listened more.

She hung on every word he said, letting him direct her in what the greenhouse should be. But she couldn’t shake the feeling she got from him. He reminded her so much of the demon in her memories that created the pang in her heart when she thought of him. This creature was different though, similar in build and looks, but very different. For one, Abaddon would never be a healer (at least so she thought). And she began to miss him as she listened to the dark latin undertones of the stallion known as Mortuus. But she had to push it aside if she were to finish her work, so she nodded to him and let her gaze fall to the Lord of the Basin. He slithered to the wall she had finished, pressing up to the side of it and holding it up ever so slightly. Then, he questioned her and she nodded in return.

“If you don’t mind.” She was a woman of few words when she wasn’t around company she knew. There were times she would ramble on and on about nonsense, but other times she kept quiet and answered when she was directed to. But now, with Deimos holding up one wall and Mortuus guiding her to the opposite side, she focused her magic to pulse through her veins once again. It swelled and chilled her to the core as she created the mists that surrounded her pale scarred bodice and guided them to the earth. It began to make the liquid glass once again as she directed it, first making the line that connected it to the earth. She let her pale eyes guide the liquid as it followed the plot of land then back over it again and again, slowly but surely creating the solid piece of glass for the second wall. Soon it was completed and the two pieces of glass stood opposite one another, mirrors of shape and size. Turning her gaze to Mortuus once again, she let her mists disperse as the wall began to cool and harden. “Let’s do the connecting sides, then the roof.” She directed him, letting her scarred face point to the side she wanted to work on next.

"Talk."

part of her—

was always hidden away.

Glasgow