The dark may not particularly bother Tirza, thanks to her ability to see in infrared, but it was getting a little boring. The monotony of it was tedious in a life that had, much as dear Gospel had pointed out, amounted to nothing so far.
The problem was that nothing interested Tirza. There was no desire to join a land or climb the ranks, no interest in falling in love or starting a family. Not even any real interest in making friends, however the hell anyone managed to do that. She was content with her existence on most days - the anonymity of it, the promise of a long future for herself and her twin where she could steal days and years from those around them to rejuvenate their bodies and give them time to find… something.
Occasionally, there were days when her indifference was false. When she felt more than she ever cared to admit and when she craved something more than what she had.
Even on those days, that something was vague. A hazy shadow of a future, nothing concrete to work towards just the pressing need to reach it.
A deep frown settles in Tirza's reptilian eyes as the scaled mare moves at a slow, easy pace through the meadow. The bodies around her are vivid shapes of colour that she does her best to avoid, certain that she'd have more luck figuring out what she wants on her own.
(She doesn't let herself wonder why she came to one of the most populated areas if she wanted to "be alone", why waste valuable energy on such useless introspection)
open to any!
@[The Monsters] do your thing with her equus viperous please!