Clear Sky brushed her mane back behind her ear with a single hoof. It hung there, heavy and straight, a weight on her ear until she leaned forward once more and it tumbled out again.
She should have packed mane ties. Always something forgotten.
The hardest part of forgetting things was not feeling guilty about it, she thought. Everyone forgets now and then. And yet, when it’s you that’s forgotten something, it weighs on you. A sudden punch to the chest, clean through to the other side, leaving a hole where the thing should have been.
Clear Sky’s hoof fell to her breast, where it lingered a moment before dropping to the table.
"—out here."
Clear Sky jumped at the sudden voice from the radio.
It was… gruff. Yet it didn't quite match Night Glider's as she'd come to know it. Not that she knew it all that well of course—the mare had hardly said twenty words to her.
"—perfect for us."
A stallion?
Clear Sky furrowed her brows and picked up the radio. She squinted at it, willing the voice to continue, but to no avail.
The static whined a moment longer, then unceremoniously clicked off.
Her tower was silent again.
Clear Sky turned the radio over in her magic, one delicate tendril running quizzically over the button.
She considered radioing Night Glider, her supposed new partner in crime. Perhaps she'd met a hiker. Perhaps she had a question.
Perhaps they were talking about birdwatching. Or stargazing. Or foraging. Photography. Any of the many wonderful things which one might occupy themselves with in the woods.
Clear Sky thought that Night Glider probably liked stargazing.
She considered asking Night Glider if she had remembered to bring mane ties along. She was only a few days’ hike away, after all. She could stand to make the trip.
It might be a nice distraction.
She looked at the radio. Carefully.
She decided not to call.