"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
don't be afraid of the fire, I'd never let you burn
As though she had called forth the other mare with her thoughts, Fiorina’s attention snaps to the sound of Oceane’s voice - and she frowns when she cannot see the other mare. A soft chuckle escapes at the question of whether she had been given her sight back and she shakes her head a little, sending sparks flying up from her horns. “Well, I thought they had…” She peers into the air, wondering if she stares hard enough if she will catch an outline or a shimmer.
But it is only the winged mare’s voice that gives her a clue to where she stands.
Oceane explains quickly enough that she had gone to see the fairies as well and understanding washes over the armoured mare. “Ah.” And then Fiorina is grinning too. “You absolutely should have learned from me, though I would have much preferred not being seen to not being able to see. I don’t think they appreciated my anger about my experience.” She stretches one of her bone wings, looking at it with obvious disdain. Sure, the bone wings rather completed her look and suited her but she wanted to be able to fly.
Selfishly, she was a little happy that she could not see Oceane at this moment and would not have to look at the mare’s beautiful feathered wings for at least one conversation.
Being invisible had a host of advantages and she wondered whether Oceane was taking advantage of that. But instead of asking after that information, she asks the other question on her mind - not really caring whether it was any of her business or not.
