It is a time of change, the crisp, cool air whispering of ice and snow, green leaching from the trees, sparking riots of color. The golden ambers, vibrant oranges, fiery reds sweep across the land, displacing vast swaths of monotone hue with vibrancy before everything settles to slumber. It is not often the roan and white-laced mare allows such beauty to stir her, but even she cannot be lost in the minutiae of her machinations every moment of every day. As much as such thoughts might consume her, even she needs to stop every now and again to admire the world in which they live.
To be honest, she hadn’t truly meant to come here, to the field. Not in the way that is so normal for her. No, normal would have been to scope out the inhabitants before she ever even set foot upon the grassy slopes. Normal would have been to come with purpose, to have a target and to seek that target with unerring accuracy. Normal would have been to have an alternative agenda.
Today though, today she is decidedly abnormal. Today she comes only to observe. To see and to feel. Though she can see a place without ever setting foot there, there is something distinctly different about seeing things with one’s own eyes. To taste and to smell and to feel, not just to see. Perhaps it is nostalgia, or perhaps it is something entirely different, but whatever the reason, she has come today as she is. No alternatives and no agenda.
To her surprise, she has been standing for only a short time, head lifted, wind riffling the dark locks of her mane and forelock, caressing her mottled skin, before she is approached by another. A single glance tells her it is no one she is familiar with. While she is familiar with a large portion of Beqanna, even she is not all-seeing.
Taking a moment to study the newcomer, she allows her pale blue eyes to linger, to assess what they can, before, after a somewhat lengthy pause, answering the question posed to her. “You are in the Field,” she answers easily, her tone vaguely friendly. “In Beqanna,” she clarifies then before shifting her weight to face the other mare more fully.
She pauses then, debating if she wishes to continue or simply allow her to continue on her way. Ultimately, however, it is really no decision at all. She is far too curious for anything else. “I am Heartfire. Is there something in particular that has driven you here?”
