the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
Pregnancy - ah, but Ilma’s is heavy too. This time a little more so than before, she knows; but so far it does not show that she carries two. In fact, early in winter as it is, the main giveaway of her pregnancy now is the way she walks, the distribution of her body weight slightly altered, only a small bub visible if one looked closely at her waist. It is the same for Oceane, but Ilma has more than one reason to find out if one is pregnant or not. When she stretches out her nose to the purple mare in greeting, she is overcome by the vision - and smiles. ”Thank you kindly.” she starts, looking the mare over with amber orbs.
”I’m Ilma. I’m visiting lands in my own tempo - as a sort of nomadic diplomat for the world.” That’s the only way to explain what she is doing. Trying to keep the world from falling apart. From leaders and lands tearing at one another’s throats. But even phase one - visiting everyone and befriending some diplomats and leaders - takes her longer, takes more effort, than she initially had hoped. ”I’m not sure if anything will come of it, but I felt like current times could use a more independent mediator.” Although, true independence… she cannot be sure if she is able to. Lepis had not taken too well to her proclamation that others are her friend too - like Heartfire - and Ilma can’t be sure if Noah would have accepted her if Castile or Lepis had put on a stern face in her presence.
”I see Castile is doing well.” she offers. Seemingly out of the blue, though triggered by her current train of thought and her earlier vision of the dragon’s child that Oceane carries. She isn’t sure if he’s her friend or her former-friend at the moment, though she can hope for the first still. He’s changed, she’s changed, and his actions of the past are not forgotten - though she is finally in a forgiving state, perhaps.
@[Oceane]