Nightshade turns his head so that the light of the fire reflects in his blue eyes"tell me, have you ever heard the story of the killer shadow pony?"
Basalt snorts from under the book that lays draped over his eyes and muzzle. Without bothering to unboscure his face from the orange glow, he grunts, "Oh, that's a classic, let's hear another rendition, if you'd be so kind."
