She is young, but that does not keep her from venturing out on her own.
It’s odd to see the golden and onyx filly by herself, as she is normally accompanied by what look like duplicates of herself. Her sisters, however, did not know of Sunlight’s escapade and so she wanders the stillness of the forest without them.
Autumn is unforgiving in other parts of Beqanna, the filly quickly realizes. The chill bites into her onyx flesh, grating and unrelenting. She is used to the smoke and heat of Tephra, where she flourishes, and quickly finds herself regretting coming to this place. The pine trees are still and indifferent as they stretch above her, scraping at an empty, blue-scrubbed sky. She wanders somewhat purposely beneath the canopy, where sunlight plays golden patterns on her skin but does nothing to warm her. Dusk is close at hand and Sunlight shivers slightly at the thought.
So, instead, the filly takes matters into her own hands.
She slows her movements, focusing carefully at the space before her, and watches with a delighted smile as a lick of flame erupts from seemingly nowhere. It floats gently before her, dancing and wavering despite the lack of wind, completely at her own control. Her golden eyes are alight with the orange and red of the tiny flame, being careful to take caution to overgrown roots and large boulders as they come across her path. When she is assured the flame is held steadily, she allows it to grow, painting her in its smoldering glow and warmth.
Satisfied with herself, the filly continues to explore the forest with much more curiosity now that she had something to light her way and keep her comfortable.
sunlight