Meissa

The strange equine seemed not to mind her confusion, offering a smile and lowering his head so that she could look him in the eye. She tensed slightly at the motion but slowly relaxed as the stranger assured her he would not attack. She wasn't sure how much she believed him with his weapon now so near to her. It was frighteningly sharp up close, as if a bone had been wound around itself many times over and sharpened into a point.

It was lethal.

She shook her head at the thought of being on a hunt. I would be dead before I reached you, she said with a soft laugh and another shake of her head, trying in probably the worst way to agree that she had no thought to attack.

He spoke of a herd, of mares, of foals, and it took a moment for her to understand what he meant by that. His pups, his mates. Did... horned horses always roam in such a way? She had never had time to speak with any, though she had heard of large herds of them across the plains. I'm sorry to hear that, she said, her own voice barely over a whisper as she craned her head to try to listen to the whispers again.

She could faintly recall some, though she couldn't quite be certain of their identities. It filled her with a sadness and a longing. She looked to the stallion once more, hesitating before asking with a nervous hint to her voice, Are... they always the voices of the deceased?

If it was... were all of them gone forever?

Her heart ached.

He spoke of animals long extinct and the girl's eyes widened. In her youth, there had been beasts like that - and she was not so old, perhaps that time was what he meant. It was all very odd for the at-the-time yearling and she could not help but wonder... Why? For some reason, she felt that he would know more about it than she would. After all, he and these odd events held something in common.

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