Soul as sweet as blood red jam
Warlight had come into being not so long ago in the grand scheme of things. She had lived for six years, and been dead of one, and still that had been enough time to see the world torn apart and put back together again. It had been enough time to produce a few children and fight enough battles that eventually she lost one.
She measured time in seasons, not years or decades, and she would never comprehend exactly how long a century could feel. She wouldn't get the chance, but it wasn't a chance she particularly wanted.
Warlight didn't mean to go recruiting on this foggy morning, but when she finds herself passing through the field on her way back to Tephra, Will can't help but notice the pale pegasus. Deciding it was time for a break in her journey anyway, she moves to join the stranger on the hill.
The antlered mare nickers a greeting as she approaches, before halting a respectful distance from the other. She could graze elsewhere if her company was not wanted, but she wouldn't mind making the journey home a little more interesting with a companion.
"What sort of searching are you doing today," she begins, her tone easy, conversational and twinged with the smoke of her home. "Looking for horses to take home or place to call your own?"
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