Jetta

Jetta adjusted her course in response to Macabre's call, and soon came upon the little chestnut mare in an open field of green. Despite her nerves, she could not stop a wide smile from brightening her features at the sight of her dear friend, and she was reminded of how much she had missed spending quality time with Macabre these past few months. As she quickened her pace to reach her friend faster, a dark, ominous figure - like an enormous shadow - lurking behind Macabre caught her attention; Jetta's stride faltered and her breath caught in her chest.

When she blinked, the apparition was gone, and she felt dizzy for a moment.

The tall mare shook her head to clear her mind, then flashed another, less confident smile as she reached Macabre, hoping her friend had not noticed that anything was awry. Determined to break the bubble of isolation that had formed between them in their time apart, Jetta pressed close against Macabre, touching her cheek to her friend's in a gesture of affection before pulling away. "I'm okay," she murmured with a nod that said, not really, but I'm getting there. "I missed you, though. How are you? Where are Lilllith and Lluvia?"