the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
The white, sunlight-covered mare has always been one to help others; to help everyone in one go, to prevent Beqanna’s common lands from being empty and plague-ridden, all she has to do is gather flowers this spring?
It’s too good to be true, Ilma thinks, but still she wings herself to the place the fairies call her. The young-looking (but she probably isn’t young or, perhaps she is as old as the Pampas - but then she was intended to look this way) girl-fairie bids her the task, but they are in a hurry she says.
And so the white mare hurries - but landing in a field of flowers, she notices the pollen that now spread in the air from her landing make her feel funny, and drowsy; ungracefully, she drops - asleep before she hits the ground.
@[devin] short, as requested!