The old and ancient abound in this land, faces still young and fresh hiding hearts withered and worn. In so many cases, immortality is as much a curse as it is a blessing. Not that that has ever prevented her fascination with those creatures. If anything, it had only increased it. There is always some good information to be gleaned from the eyes of those who have seen it all. Indeed, much of her knowledge of past events have come from such folks. Those that have survived decades, centuries, to share their tales with the newest generations.
She herself bears some understanding of the weight of time upon a youthful soul. She does not wear immortality like so many others, but she has seen and done far more than most could ever dream of. The weight of time rests heavily upon her slender, still youthful shoulders. She had spent a lifetime ruling a far distant land, a long-lived queen sitting beside a husband she had once loved dearly.
That seems like a lifetime ago now, despite the deceptive youth of her body. So much has changed since then, lands shifting and buckling along with those who live amongst them. So much of the old replaced by the new.
And then there, in the meadow, is a small piece of the old. Ancient memories fresh for the taking. The possibilities endless and intriguing.
He is lost in thought, unaware of her approach until one dark hoof lands upon a small twig. The snap draws his attention to her, his sudden greeting gruff and demanding. She does not hesitate in her approach, only halting when she rests comfortably beside him. Her only response to his brusque nature is a rather sardonic lifting of equine brows. When she finally does answer the question, her response is rather vague, open-ended. “Oh, many things. Right now, however?” She pauses, expression mild and thoughtful as she fixes him with a cool blue gaze. “Merely to talk, I suppose. My name is Heartfire.”
