Meadow

Deep eyes watched the other as she swayed on her hooves closely. Ember could see there was something starting to sink into the other woman even as the water started to evaporate off. Even as she saw it, she could see that this weight was wholly... unseen. She took a step, her nose reaching out to the mare, calling her forward, asking her to come with her and stand on solid ground, use her as an anchor so she would not be lost to the twists of fate. She smiled encouragingly at her assurance that she was not yet dead. Come with me if you would like to keep it that way.

The mare took half a step back, her nose still outstretched to steady and encourage the other to follow her. Once she was sure the pale mare had her hooves soundly under her, she turned to lead the way. Dark body stayed close, making sure she knew where she was that so Ember could react at any moment her companion seemed uneasy. She led her to a shallow pool. The water was stagnant, but refilled with every rain. It had not lingered long enough to rot the grass it drowned. Around the border of the puddle the grass was lush and emerald, rich for eating and sustaining. Ember prodded her companion. I do not believe you will make it much longer without something to sustain you. She recalled how the other had been swaying in place just moments before and so she stayed close, her own feet solidly on the soft ground below them.

She looked over the other mare with an intense curiosity as crows seemed to want to gather around them even here. This woman had her fate tied and twisted with her’s, it was just unclear how. A sense lingered around her, a pressure here and there that captivated the spark in the bay. Ember was off balance. This was one of the first times she could remember where she had more questions about a mystery than she had answers to unspoken questions. As she gazed she knew she needed to know more. Who… are you? The question even took the seer by surprise. Beltane was such a mystery, she could not even place her. You are not dead, nor death, but even as you walk the hunger of crows follow you. You are here, but not here. Her tone was not scared, but knowing while curious. She felt such a pull towards her, a deep longing she had not felt since she had come to this place. She knew this mare needed to be here, but not, and elsewhere all at the same time. Ember needed answers before she could find the right questions and before she could see what stood before her.