She couldn’t see me. I know this because she just walked right on by me without even a glance or a hesitation, not a single notice. It’s not like I haven’t started to get used to the notion of being nobody since the Time God decided that’s what I needed to be in order to become someone else, but it doesn’t ever get any less bothersome.

Especially because I’m pretty sure that I know her, that girl that just walked by.

I watch her dark figure keep on going ahead, wondering from where it is I can recall her face; she smells like no where, and I’ve never seen her at home, but I know her.

Silently, I pick up a trot and follow after her, a ghost trail of hoof prints crushing into the fine layer of snow as I pass over it, golden eyes glimmering with a curiosity that I can’t feed, bleeding into the desperation of that fact. She seems sad, too young to be alone, and I know how she feels in some ways if not all. It feels like eternity since I’ve played with Erebos, Aithniel, Asch, Arya… all my friends are unreachable, more like wind than the companions they once were.

I guess that’s why I’m out here alone; I can’t be in much danger if no one can see or hear me, and its not like anyone can miss me.

Suddenly, an idea strikes me as I watch the hoof prints in the snow beneath me trail out behind my body, and with a devious smile I launch forward at a canter and proceed to try and run loops around the unsuspecting girl that I somehow know but can’t place.

Can she see the prints? Will it scare her?

It’d be awfully funny if it did.

[ OOC: INVISIBLE RIKYN ATTACCCCKKKKKK ~ Thistle Sister is coming tooooo. ]
@[Aithniel]

As she gasps and stops to ponder at the strange things happening around her I unleash a silent laugh into the cold air, running several more circles before darting out behind her and into the tree line, nearly gasping with hysterical laughter that I’d managed to scare someone after nearly a week in this state.

The dark lady looks really pissed rather than frightened more quickly than I’d hoped, and it’s the sort of pissed that makes my skin feel funny because it reaches into all of her face and makes her white eyes seem hard and capable of seeing everything, even me. Not that that’s possible – the Time God had made me nobody, and if anyone could cast such magic, it was him, and it would be powerful. Except for the small imprints in the snow, I was gone, a nobody. Here in the shrubbery where the ground didn’t show my hooves on earth as easily, I really was nobody.

I hadn’t known Aithniel was following me, though, which quickly steals my delight at the game and makes me look over at her with a sour expression. With her around, no one will be scared of the ghost boy – though I do understand why she’s following me, I guess. I can’t very well introduce myself to anyone in this form or do much else than taunt random mountain wanderers.

Maybe I’ll try to get into the Edge, and see what it’s like in there.

No one will see me, right?

But… what if the Moon Goddess can?

My invisible eyes broaden in horror at what would happen to a little nobody caught wandering around her lands. From the way momma talks about her, it would be the worst experience in my little life, or maybe the best.

Momma doesn’t make a lot of sense sometimes.

With a frown, I watch the dark one forget about the hoof prints in the snow and call out towards Aithniel who surely knows exactly where I am and has not forgotten that I’m so callously playing with others emotions. She asks why it is Aithniel smells like the Basin, and an aggression that I’ve come to associate with others rises quickly, protection pushing me forward a step in a silent motion through the boughs.

It is kind of creepy, not making noise where one should, to see the branches bend without a single rustle on my flesh, to feel them soundless on me.

The dark mare has a rough, soft voice, like she doesn’t use it often, and my worry that she’s about to bring harm to my sister fades as she makes a comment about her wings that is positive – for once. The collected will I didn’t know I’d been gathering is dropped, a sinking sensation within me, like thousands of lines reaching out from me were suddenly shorn and now drift lazily in the wind as they pull back into my soul.

I move out of the tree line and out towards where Aithniel is, wanting to be near her now that I’m pretty sure my game is ruined and there is no reason not to be.

The final question – what devilry is this – concludes my beliefs, and an adorably wicked smirk spreads across my cheeky little face.

The way Aithniel responds to the dark filly is a very traditional response, and I can’t help but find a smirk working itself onto my face. While she may be a freak and hasn’t always had the best of luck in the herd because of it, it has made her pretty tough – its not to say the other one isn’t tough, either, but she also doesn’t have an invisible brother tagging along with her to make sure she’s safe to use her sharp tongue how she wants to.

Or does she? Can you see other invisible people if you, too, are invisible?

When the one with the pale eyes responds, I find my smirk slowly slipping away in partial shock at what she says. It’s a lot of wisdom coming from someone so young, and I glance over at Aithniel to capture her response.

Sometimes I wish I could articulate myself as well as momma or this girl. She has said so many things that I feel inside myself for my sister but cannot say, that I didn’t even realize the words for until I’d just heard them.

She wasn’t broken, not in anyway, just different than the rest of us. And, sometimes, being different could make you great – I’d heard enough stories to piece that together – even if it most often meant you would be disliked and ostracized.

Even if Aithniel had no one… she would always have me.

Especially seeing as she decided to let me keep up my game! I catch her remark and admire her perfect liar’s face, smiling once again with lion’s tail twitching pleasurably and wild thoughts of rampant fun racing through my head. A devilry takes me, muscles gathering as I bound off to the side, sliding in a chaotic way down the shallow bank until I’m deep in a snow drift, the powder high on my sides as I pull together several lumps of snow – or try to, anyway.

The magic that the God has used on me requires amounts of concentration not readily available to a boy when it comes to changing things in reality, and what I manage to make are several really odd snow mounds on the smooth surface of the drift and a quickly melting coating of snow across my nose.

Its cold, but I’m used to such things; with a grunt of determination, I focus on a single mound and actually manage to make a ball shape. With a silent hoorah of victory, I pull myself up from the deep snow and trot about to face it, aiming with a kick at the ball of powder and hoping to send it sailing through the air and at the girls above.

A dance of victory sweeps me as it rushes through the air after impact – but to my dismay, the chaos breaks the layer of snow beneath me and I topple downwards into the drift with a grunt of surprise.

Gods damn it.

As the snow swallows me, I hear Aithniel’s shout of worry and can’t even be bothered to feel dismay as the game ends. My little heart is beating rather frantically as I find myself situated a good number of feet beneath the top line of the mound and looking up at the slit of blue sky above me, and while I am okay, I’m rather annoyed with everything quite suddenly.

I can’t have any fun, not even when I finally get a chance to escape momma’s lessons and run about on my own for a while, having adventures with Aithniel or by myself, and that I’ve just made an absolute ass of myself all while ending my own game leaves a little boy rather hostile. My tail lashes around behind me as I get up to my hooves, looking up the snow to find the best way to try and crawl my way out of this stupid predicament, black ears pinned down fast in my growing mane.

Not that anyone can see me, anyway.

Fuck it all.

“I am guessing it’s safe to say that this isn’t a mere ghost?” I hear, crudely mocking her from down at the bottom of my snow hole in a high pitched voice that only I can hear. She’s not really stupid – Aithniel had lied after all – and she didn’t deserve it, but it was better on my conscience to be an ass to someone I didn’t really know rather than my sister who had enough people making fun of her already and I quite simply had to vent on something.

With a vicious snort and final whip of my tail, I plunge upwards and sink halfway into the slope of the snow, sliding back a little ways before I lunge again and again, each time gaining some ground all while sliding down and making the slope easier for me to escape.

After what feels like eons (probably only ten minutes) I’m free, shaking loose the snow that clings to me before trotting over to Aithniel’s side and nudging her with my will focused on her being able to feel it.

It’s the only way she can know I’m nearby aside from the hoof prints in the snow, and I hate it. As much as I dislike being bothered all the time, I do miss getting to be bothered sometimes.