(No, ghost form.) "It's really weird." she said, raising a hoof and staring at it as she fizzed out, then reappeared like a hologram.
(I know that. I meant to ask if she was in changeling-ghost form. Because she's the ghost of a changeling. ...Or whatever.) He sighed. "Oh... Why not?" He asked, gently.
(Erm. Is there rules for changling ghost form? I mean, I suppose she would be.. But, IDK.) "I don't know.." she replied. "It takes a while for changelings to die. I don't know what happens when they do." "Believable." she said, nodding. (Star! Suddenly appear!)
Narrowleaf let out a deep sigh, eyes glowing. "Y-Yes... Master..." He groaned. "Hi... Ma... Daddy..." Willow mumbled in reply.
"Narrow, you ok?" asked Brisk, placing a focusing hoof on his shoulder. "Hello, Willow." she said cheerfully to the warm filly.
"Heh, love you too." she replied, cleaning the broken bars of the cage. "So, what do you want to do today?"
"Be with my beautiful wife and my amazing daughter, otherwise known as my world." Bolt replied happily.
"Nothing much." she replied, shrugging, buzzing out for a moment. Flitter looked around. "Speaking of which. Where is Star?" she asked. "Did I tell you she transformed?" she asked.
Narrowleaf sighed. "So you can't transform at all, love?" He asked. "T-Trans...form?" Willow mumbled, curious.
"She's her own thing." she said, as a small bear cub lumbered in. "That's right, darlings." she said, speaking to them both.
Willow blinked. "I don't get it.." She replied. "Willow... Your..." Narrowleaf said, before stopping and shaking his head.