show them the joy and the pain and the ending
Perhaps the one true advantage she can claim is her adaptability. The world may have changed around her, but she had not allowed that to deter her. She had changed too, had used her wiles and unique abilities to secure herself a place in this new Beqanna. She would not lay pliant, would not allow the world to move without her.
She knows though that there are those who struggle. Those to whom this new world is strange and uncomfortable. Indeed, it had been that to Heartfire at first as well. Ill-fitting and uncomfortable, terrible in its unfamiliarity.
But she had refused to allow it to remain so. She has seen enough of the world to know one must either come to terms with the changes or fade into obscurity.
She is curious though. There are those of the old world she remembers. Those who had been everywhere, but whom she sees so rarely now. And she does keep track. In true Heartfire fashion, she has her nose in everyone's business.
As it happens, she was not searching for him, but upon seeing him, her curiosity is piqued.
Fall is beginning to fade into winter, but the day is warm. The trees reach skeletal limbs into the sky, a few tenacious leaves still clinging to branches. The meadow is quiet today, but still she is here. She is frequently here.
The red bay catches her eye, and it takes her only a moment to recognize him. They had been enemies once, but she holds no grudges. He might even make a fine ally were he to rise again the way he once had.
Her lithe form crosses the expanse of the meadow easily, blue and white laced coat thickening in preparation for the coming winter. If one is familiar with her, they might notice the slight changes to her body, the subtle rounding off her belly caused by the life flourishing inside of her. But it is early enough that only the truly astute would notice.
She settles next to him with comfortable familiarity, blue gaze considering as she eyes him openly. ”Moroseness does not suit you.”
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts