the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
It's almost ironic, the way the west is the hottest place in Beqanna, and not the south like one might expect (considering the north is coldest). Perhaps it's simply the volcano providing an unexpected source for heat; whatever the case, however much the white mare would set hoof here - she's quite sure she belongs elsewhere.
It doesn't mean that she could not visit, however. Especially on a day where she finds herself just a little... purposeless. Both the queens have settled the East quite quickly, and though Ilma is still the ambassador of the kingdom, there's also Kensa, Litotes and Yidhra, and she doesn't feel like she has done enough to keep earning her title currently. That little bit of self-doubt had eventually fuelled her wings today, and she'd ended up here, without really having a plan in her mind of what she's supposed to do.
Magnus however, spies her rather quickly. Either due to her white coat and lit-up wings or perhaps just because he watches the border - today, it doesn't matter. Ilma notes the ashen way he talks, reminding her of comfortable days in the field, a place where one might say she does belong. She dips her head in greeting, then follows him in, having waited out of courtesy even though one might have assumed she would be welcomed. If anyone new lived here, they might have found it rather impolite of her if she just walked in, after all.
"Too long, I'd think, but surely you'll have seen others from the Cove pass by." She smiles, he would know the east would not forget their allies out west, she thinks. Walking up to him, she answers his latest question more genuinely; not bothered by the fact that she didn't really come for anything at the moment. "Just visiting a friend," she gives him, specifically vague just because she feels like it. Ah, well - it's not everyday she finds herself with pleasant company.
@[magnus]