The sound of Una's scream cut through the fogginess in Svetka's brain and smashed the big red panic button. She had no idea what they were panicking about, but a scream very obviously meant it was time to panic. Despite lacking the motor control necessary to flee the scene, Svetka did her best to get up and do just that. Her effort was little more than a drunken wobble that sent her careening off into a bush the moment she attained any distance from the ground, but it was a valiant attempt.

Svetka continued to scrabble against the branches she'd crushed for a moment until she managed to get her front half propped up enough that she could peek out of the bush she'd fallen into. The only problem was that the horse she'd just been talking to had vanished into thin air. "What?" Svetka murmured in confusion, her brow wrinkled as she tried to take in what had just happened. Had she hallucinated it all? She peered down for a second and saw the thin dribble of blood leaking from her hoof and decided that it couldn't possibly be just her imagination. After all, someone had said there was evidence somewhere.

"Oh yeah?" Svetka called out to the empty clearing, her voice trembling despite the defiant words she'd chosen. Dirt was smeared across her face and bits of pine needles and broken bush clung to her wispy forelock and mane, letting her resemble nothing so much as a swamp monster herself. "Well I'm not 'fraid of ghosts," she said to the nobody that had helped her. "Or inbisible horses, so there."

"'Less you're not a ghost, then..." she trailed off, not yet entirely sure where she was going with this argument. "Then I'm still not 'fraid of you."

She stared out at the open area long enough to eventually catch sight of the black and white filly inching her way toward something in the snow. So not invisible then. What a rude pretender! Svetka huffed, but did not rise from the safety of her bush-bed as she peered around her, trying to piece together the last few minutes. She vaguely recalled the other filly calling her stinky, then lots of yelling, and then the feeling of snow up her nose... which meant only one thing: she'd done it again.

Svetka groaned audibly and dropped her head apologetically. "I did it again, didn't I?" Hopefully this time she hadn't said anything dumb when she was waking up. One time she'd been trying to tell her daddy that the boys were playing too rough, only she'd mixed up her words and called him a Playboy and he and momma had giggled over it for a long time while refusing to tell her why it was so funny.