Myrna
suffocate the fire i started--------------------
right when it kindles
Her encounter with the denizen of Pangea had left her off balance. Not even Feather’s joyful presence at her side had been able to lighten her mood, and soon the blonde canine had wandered off in pursuit of more entertaining company.
Finding the feathered stranger beside one her favorite pools had been unexpected. She’d started to apologize for disturbing him, only to realize that he was fast asleep. He was not someone she recognized, but she was relieved to find that he bore no resemblance at all to the most recent visitor she’d encountered.
This one was smaller, more birdlike, with hair and wings like the sunset and feathers everywhere. A Stratosian, she surmised, having seen a few on her flights through Beqanna’s skies.
She turns to leave him to his rest, and her front hoof snaps a twig - waking him. Myrna accepts his thanks for keeping watch with a short nod before she leaves, unwilling to admit that she’d actually been in the process of leaving. There was nothing here to keep watch for, she almost says…and then remembers Zain.
Her thoughts are occupied with entities for the rest of the morning, of where they might be and how she might find them. The sound of someone approaching pulls her from her thoughts.
It is the pegasus from earlier, who introduces himself as Ruhr.
Myrna finds him a welcome distraction from the fact that she’s not the slightest idea of how to begin finding the entities other than by leaving the Gates to venture into other lands. The thought of leaving is terrifying, and so she is eagerly distracted by the stallion’s amusing claims of being blessed by the moon, and his fascinating stories of another world.
He does not tell her of the vision he’d been shown, and as the night begins to fall, Myrna does not let herself think twice about taking the stranger to her bed. She deserves a distraction, she reminds herself. The feathered stallion is not her usual type, but he is charming, and there is something alluring about the gleam in his eyes.
Some part of her knows the gleam is madness - is Lunacy. Myrna doesn’t mind. It’s only a temporary distraction, after all. When she wakes at midnight the moon has sunk beneath the horizon, and she is alone again.
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