[open] show them the joy and the pain and the ending; Any

[Kora]

A quiet sound – a faint wisp of laughter – falls from her lips as Heartfire dances around her words, just as she herself had done. Kora doesn’t press the matter, however, since she finds their mutual impasse rather more interesting than common conversation. Yet when the roaned mare asks why she should help Leander, her glowing gaze settles upon her, weighing the question for the test that it was. Why, indeed. Something deep inside turns an idea over and over like a sharp-edged stone in smooth hands, and she wonders. What would it look like if she let time have its way? What would it look like to be free of him? But she is not so cold as that. Not yet. In a way, Kora’s old fear had been a sickness – her very own plague – and in that sense she had been dying ever since she was born, until the day she walked into the sea to subside at last to her watery grave. But her brother wasn’t like her. If anything, he was like their parents. He deserved a chance to live. She considers Heartfire a moment longer before she finally responds, “He’s a good person.” Her dished head tilts ever so slightly, silvery-blue forelock obscuring her features. “Would you deny help to a good person?” A test of her own. kora vanished winterchild of riagan and rayelle

@[Heartfire] ew this one is poopy :/