Bitter Taste

The shake of his head at he question was all the answer that Requiem needed, though she did not fail to notice his eyes. She wondered if he was ashamed that he could not speak and she wondered why he would be ashamed. "There's nothing wrong with that." She said in an attempt to soothe the stallion. "Everyone has something they can't do." She stretched her wings out then tucked them back against her sudes. "I can't fly." She said, willing to give an example of something that she couldn't do, though she wasn't sure if it would make him feel any better. At least she tried. With that said she turned her attention back to the black pit. She wished that she had the answers to all the questions they both had about the pit, but she was almost as clueless as she had been the day she'd found it. The only thing that she knew for sure was that it was dangerous and they needed to stay back. She didn't know what uses it could have, where it came from, or even what it was called. In her periphreal vision she could see her companion shake his head, indicating that he was not a scholar. So he was just a curious passerby as she was. Fair enough. When he turned away from the pit she finally returned her full attention to him and watched as he wandered away, wondering what it was he was doing, or what he was looking for. When he returned with the stone in his mouth her eyes widened in understanding. "I see." She murmured. "Much better than stepping into it." Then she offered a faint smile and looked back to the pit, waiting for her companion to throw the stone. Requiem's ears tilted forward, her crimson eyes locked on the stone as it sat on the surface of the black liquid. At first there was no movement, then she could hear a faint hissing sound as the liquid began to suck the stone down into its depths. It was much slower than what she had seen before, but still unnerving. She looked away from the pit to the stallion beside her, interested in seeing his reaction. "." ooc:// i'm the worst D: Requiem “Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.” ― Robert Frost

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