Spring was a welcome change, the warmth of the sun having chased away the last of the snow, and grass and leaves were growing anew. Plague-ridden and sick, Beqanna was still moving forward. Time stopped for nothing, and the seasons paid little attention to the struggles of the living creatures and their daily trials and tribulations. They could be wiped clean off the map and they days would still tick on.
They are scared. She can hear it in the minds of those she walked past, many of who are already infected. The healers are growing weary, unable to keep up with the massive rise in demand for their talent. Everyone is wondering to what extent this plague spread, and how long it is going to last.
She ignores their thoughts.
The steel-gray filly walks, an imaginary purpose propelling her stride. This spring completed her first year, but even at such a young age, she had long since lost her baby appearance. The angles of her face were sharper, her body already having developed svelte curves, accentuated by the silvery dapples that scattered her body in star-struck patterns. Somehow she had completely skipped the gangly stage, and while not full grown, she looked more like a petite, lithe adult.
The area that she travels through is mostly empty, but her cobalt-blue eyes settle on a dark stallion not far away. Even though he does not look at her, she knows he knows he is there. He expects her to keep walking, and in typical Starsin fashion, she does the opposite.
”Hello,” Her voice is too sweet, thick like honey, and she regards him carefully as she walks closer. There is a smile that lifts the corners of her lips, her night-sky eyes finding his red own. ”Aren’t you afraid of getting sick?” It is said with a tilt of her head, concern lingering in the lyrics of her voice, pretending to not notice how contradictory her statement sounded. ”I’m Starsin.”
@[Vadar]
