Act one chapter three
She was grey as the cloudy skies, her mane and tail both monochrome, though a shade or two lighter than mine. The body lay splayed out on her stomach, like she’d been trying to make a snow-angel in the pavement. Her front legs were bent at unnatural angles and thick, clotted blood had spilled down her face from a head-wound. Her wide, staring eyes were as colorless as the rest of her.
A tattered red dress was draped around her shoulders and down off her rear end. It was the sort one wears on a hot date, simple and slinky. The shiny, silken fabric was ripped, revealing plump and pretty flanks. The girl was a real looker, or at least, she had been. A few years older than Swift, at most.
“She fell. I’d say somepony or something chased her off the roof. It was a blind jump and she didn’t quite make it. I doubt it was suicide.”
“She hit the wall face first. If she was trying to kill herself, she’d have stepped off. She was at a full gallop.”
Something sparkled beneath her tangle of hair, so I lifted her matted grey mane off of her ear. The cabbie and I found ourselves both momentarily captivated by a vision of real beauty. Three cherry red rubies hung from a delicately formed golden stem with a single, large green stone which was cut into the shape of a leaf. The earring was a work of art. It managed to be simultaneously flamboyant, subtle, and sexy.
Taxi very gently pushed the slinky red skirt up around the filly’s croup. The image sitting just above her thigh was very similar to her ear-rings; Three grayscale jewels, the stem, and the leaf. Alongside that was a long, curving crescent of deep maroon that started at the top of the mark and swung around, almost like a waning moon.
peered closely at what was left of the protruding horn. “Huh. This doesn’t look broken at all. It looks like it was cut with something.”
The pin was a stylized dragon or serpent, forming a circle by swallowing its own tail. It looked like the sort of thing you’d pick up in a cheap and cheerful accessory shop for tasteless teens. I couldn’t picture the filly who’d made those fine earrings wearing it decoratively unless somepony held a gun to her head.
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