like the breaking of glass
This time though, the Gods must have smiled on her.
She vaguely heard Valefor approach. Vaguely heard him whisper: I'm not sure it's an egg, before she touched her rosy lips to it's soft shell. It felt like velvet, briefly, before she felt the tap, tap of something beneath it's surface. She retreated her touch, exclaiming with a gasp "I knew it was an egg!" The pearl quivered at her touch, trembling like a newborn shifting for freedom. She marveled at it, expecting a glorious creature to stick a foot through.
Finally, she might get a bonded. A friend, someone to finally go on adventures with. Like Reggie and Felix, or her father and Alba, or her mother and Tabbris. She, without someone to share her private moments with, felt alone.
But to her disappointment, what was sitting in the aftermath was not a companion, but a ghost. A small wisp of air that hovered above the remains, peering at both Anemone and Valefor with hollow eyes before fleeing into the foliage of the forest. What it left in its wake was a black pearl.
Blinking, she stutters after the spectre's retreat: "T-thank you!" before grasping the pearl firmly with her telekinesis. As she closes it in her grasp, the color of it shifts: from black to a cool white. She looks up to the other stallion, breaking the silence with a casual; "well that was weird."
