The shadow shifts, suggesting she has pressed too much by moving forward, and Nyxx feels as if her hooves have turned to stone. Her eyes have adjusted somewhat to the darkness that he stands in, and he is no longer just an outline. She can see the way he holds his head, the tilt of his ears, the stance of his body that is taller than her own. But she cannot see the white pattern, nor the scars across his skin. She wanted to see the green of his eyes again, the color that had stood out most to her last time they had met. Nyxx doubts she will be allowed this time, and she must swallow down her anxious disappointment.


“Nyxx.” the dark mare answers, finding her voice to be quieter than before. “A nearly forgotten name, but a name nonetheless.” Did her mother remember it, if she still lived? Did her sire? Although she was certain he had perished to the sea long ago. For a moment she felt ashamed she had not shared it with Lionheart. Her ears briefly turned out to the side in the realization that she had given it to Wulfric so easily. It had not swayed him from his guardianship; instead, choosing another name to call her. Nyxx hadn’t minded, thinking it a semblance of a new chapter in her life. So why was she glancing back at old pages now?


“I have enjoyed the embrace of the Jungle’s shadows for most of my existence. You do not need to hide from a fellow ghost, unless that is what you want.” Nyxx offered, knowing that whatever he chose, she would not press any further.


Nyxx