[open] I'm Gonna Own This Curse[Any]

[Viszla]

Myrna suffocate the fire  i started-------------------- right when it kindles Myrna’s halcyon eyes remain on those of the young stallion as he surveys her home. She follows his line of sight until the soft tug of expiring greenery pulls it downward. The withered bluebell had been out of season, summoned by the chicanery of her crown, and had it not been she might not ever have noticed. But she does, and her blue-grey eyes trace the wilted petals, then the flickering flames of the visitor. He yawns, seemingly unaware of the change, and Myrna does not bring it up. Instead, she offers the pair of stallions a polite smile. “Rest well,” she tells them with a nod, and a gesture with her pale head in the direction most suitable, then turns to go as they depart. @ Eviction @Jack in the Box