A ghost is trying to speak to your Nordanner , what are they saying?
Since I have the start of 1 ghost story, I'll start there.
Iolaus, brave as his namesake, didn't flinch. "Your leg?" what do you mean, your leg? This smelly old stick is no one's leg!"
"What are you, anyway? Did the silly Moonglow make you? Humans do love their spooky effects."
"Oh, I am not a magic trick," said the foggy figure, and it coalesced into an attractive woman. This made Iolaus sit up and pay attention, and frightened Twilight terribly.
The poor Raelan took off and hid behind Iphicles, who had stopped dead in his tracks when the apparition rose behind what it claimed to be it's own body part.
"Oh, go on, you smelly meat-eater, " Iphicles exclaimed. "You were so tough a moment ago, don't expect me to protect you." The young buckskin sidled over, exposing the Raelan, who immediately ran for cover behind him again.
"I am, as your friends can see, a ghost." Iolaus looked skeptical, cocking his head to listen. "So why are you here?" he asked, brazenly. "This isn't a house or cemetery, like on the humans' television."
"I'm here because I died here, years and years ago. My bones are still here, and you hold one from my leg in your teeth, horse." Iolaus dropped the stick, at last realizing why the it smelled so bad.
Iphicles stepped froward, leaving the large cat to cower alone. "Now that is absurd. Everyone knows humans die on hospitals, surrounded by beeping machines."
Obviously, these stallions paid attention to the TV that played in the tack room.
The ghost turned her head to Iolaus' carriage partner. "Not everyone dies in a hospital, my dear boy," she looked to Iolaus, "and not everyone gets buried in a cemetery. If they run into the wrong person in life, their family may never find them again."
"So you died here, in a pasture."
"And I was buried in a very shallow grave."
"I saw this in the tack room television. You're going to haunt us now, aren't you?" The overo squinted at her. It might not be a bad thing, to have a lady all his own, if only he and Iphicles could see her. The Raelan didn't count, he was going home soon. Very soon, if he kept creeping backwards out of the pasture, with his tail tucked under his belly.
"Oh no! I wouldn't want to haunt a pair of horses, and your.. whatever that is," the ghost gestured to Twilight, who beat a hasty retreat to his mistress' car. "I've been here, watching horses for so many years, and I didn't like your kind when everyone actually needed you. Now, since you spoiled Nordanners moved into this field, there is no peace. It's like none of you have any idea what it's like to pull a trolley all day through the streets. At least the first horses who grazed here were tired and quiet."
Pulling a trolley all day, on a street? Iolaus and Iphicles were quite glad they lived a life different from the first inhabitants of this pasture. A few hours of carriage work on the weekends was enough, and they never had to go into a busy street. The roads were always closed when they attended festivals.
"So you want out of here,is that what you're saying?" Iolaus asked.
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