the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
The brightly-coloured fairy had spoken - tasked her with the very thing she had asked help with. The irony didn’t escape the moon-coloured mare, and with a respectful dip of her head she had made her way down. Perhaps the fairy had seen something in her that made her willing to help. Or, perhaps she had been disappointed in Ilma because the alabaster mare hadn’t dared to go back into the fire without some ammunition.
She wished she knew the answer; all she knew now was that she had to use her head to make the peace she so longed for.
She wasn’t here, then, on a personal matter (in a way it was, since it had bothered her so); she wasn’t here on kingdom business per say. But to make peace for someone else, she also had to make peace with herself.
So that’s why she decided she would go to Loess, and see what the dragon man had made of it. Something tells her she might be walking into the lion’s dragon’s den, but she can’t find it in herself to care.
Perhaps, in her growing age, she becomes a little reckless?
@[Castile] Uhm here’s a something that I hope gets better with more posts, lol