Night loved her master. Master was nice. Master was kind. Master was fun to be with. Night had the best time of her life when she helped him with those bad humans. The prank was so much fun. She laughed as she followed her master. Master was so funny.
Her ears flicked back and further as she watched the play. Master was a good actor and storyteller. He was so funny when he played Prince Jack. It was like he was made for the role.
Night stayed close behind her master when Creator appeared. It was always nice to see Creator. Night entered the house and watched her master have supper with his family. Creator left soon before but that was expected. Creator had to plan his next move against the Guardians, the bad spirits.
Night followed Master when he finished dinner and cleaned the dishes. Night landed on his bed and neighed at him again. Jackson pulled the covers after blowing out the candle. Night snuggled next to Master. Flee had passed out the moment she hit the pillow.
"Master," she called.
Master stared at her in confusion. He didn't understand her. "What is it Night?"
She licked his nose. "Master," she repeated. He frowned.
"I wish I knew what you were saying," he whispered. "Is there a way I can understand you?" Night's ears flicked to the right as she thought. Creator made her, so it was natural that they understood each other. However, she was made for Master. There had to be a way for him to understand her. She licked his nose again and neighed softly when an idea came to her.
Jackson laughed as Night licked his nose. It ticked. He blinked when he saw black sand floating in front of his face. Night neighed again and gestured to the sand. He wondered. Jackson touched the sand and was amazed on how it swirled around his hand. The black sand began to merge with his powers and fused together, creating a pattern of a snowflake on his arm.
"Wow."
"Master?"
Jackson's eyes widen. Did he just her Night? "Night?"
"You can hear me now?" she asked.
Jackson nodded. "This is cool."
"Yes it is, Master," she said as she licked his nose.
"Do you have to call me Master?"
Night blinked at him as she snuggled closer under the covers. "But you are Master, Master."
Jackson sighed as he saw Night drift to sleep. Night was obviously not going to stop calling him master. He yawned. Well, I guess I can't do anything about that. He smiled as he pulled the small mare closer to him before joining her in sleep.