[open] we're only taking turns holding this world

[Viszla]

Myrna suffocate the fire  i started-------------------- right when it kindles At the sound of a voice, Myrna’s eyes dart like lightning from the gathering storm, flashing down to the small equine that lies in her path, one who is half obscured by the grass through which she pushes. “Hello,” she replies. The queen’s immediate smile is impeccable, and it reaches her eyes when she realizes this is a small adult, not another stranger’s child abandoned in the flowers. Why the other mare is lying on the dirt is not immediately clear, and Myrna tilts her head curiously as she takes the other in, her pale ears turning at the mention of burrows. “You’ve been in the burrows?” She asks, and despite her incredulous tone, her mouth turns up in a fondly reminiscent smile. That does explain the dirt, the palomino mare decides, and why she’s not come across this stranger before. “And the animals don’t mind?” It has been some time since she’d explored a burrow, but Myrna remembers the resident being rather displeased. It had been a wolverine though, and they tend to be displeased about nearly everything. @Lillia