The answer comes in the form of a sharp snort that cuts clean through the stillness, close enough to turn Colt's attention without effort. Not wind through bone, not the shifting of sand—something with weight to it, breath and presence both—and when her gaze follows the sound it lands on a shape that doesn’t belong to the graveyard quiet of the Boneyard at all.
Set against the pale curve of a bonepile, haltered neatly to a jut of bleached rib, the pegasus stands as though it’s always been there, as though wings and desert share the same logic if you don’t look at them too closely. There’s hay gathered at its feet, water set within reach, the small, practical details of care that make the rest of it feel less like illusion and more like a decision someone’s already made for her. It lifts its head at her attention, a soft toss of mane sending a flicker of movement through the heat-hazed air, feathers shifting just enough to catch the light without asking for it.
A scrap of paper flutters faintly against the bone beside it, the edges lifting and settling with each passing breath of wind. When she pulls it free, the message is brief. Colt, she’s yours for the next 24hrs. Hopefully seein’ everything from up above will make all your big worries look small. Good luck.
Custom RE encounter.
Set against the pale curve of a bonepile, haltered neatly to a jut of bleached rib, the pegasus stands as though it’s always been there, as though wings and desert share the same logic if you don’t look at them too closely. There’s hay gathered at its feet, water set within reach, the small, practical details of care that make the rest of it feel less like illusion and more like a decision someone’s already made for her. It lifts its head at her attention, a soft toss of mane sending a flicker of movement through the heat-hazed air, feathers shifting just enough to catch the light without asking for it.
A scrap of paper flutters faintly against the bone beside it, the edges lifting and settling with each passing breath of wind. When she pulls it free, the message is brief. Colt, she’s yours for the next 24hrs. Hopefully seein’ everything from up above will make all your big worries look small. Good luck.
Custom RE encounter.
