[open] i hear the voice of rage and ruin

[Viszla]

Myrna suffocate the fire  i started-------------------- right when it kindles Myrna looks out over her homeland. The rolling hills of the Gates are lush and green, and amongst the thick grasses are countless flowers. Flowers that blossom as she walks through them, even the early spring and late autumn florals opening in the presence of the Crown of the Gates. The floral headpiece hands between her spiraling horns, the same summer flowers decorating the twining green and brown branches. A curious swallow passes by, drawn by the bees that flutter about the pale palomino mare. Myrna whickers a quiet greeting, but the little bird does not linger for long. Alone again, she continues through the meadow, lulled by the sound of birdsong and the warm summer breeze as it drifts across the kingdom. Though she looks now and then for familiar faces, she does not seek anyone out. If they want to talk, they will find her, and if they do not: she is content to wander beneath the warm sun. Perhaps later she will doze in the sweetly-scented shade of the Mother Tree, or chase Feather through the stream. @anyone