Open Letter [Any/All]

[Scissorhands]

I long for a love I know I can’t have

I find my breath (barely), and listen to the mare state her name. 

Solace. I think to myself, smiling. The name is soft and warm, it feels good in my mind, and I suddenly find it slipping from my lips. She asks calmly if I have ever heard of Hyaline, and I nod my head. I have passed through the mountains on my journeys several times, but never quite stayed long enough to interact with anyone (I never do).

I open my mouth to say something, but am interrupted by yet another mare. Well, god was this day becoming more and more peculiar. I am hardly ever approached by once horse, let alone two. The purple pointed mare introduces herself as Fernweh but insists she be called Fern. I acknowledge her with a gentle nod. 

"I'm Scissorhands," I greet with a tender grin. I then turn my head back to Solace, answering her question. "Yes, I have been to Hyaline. It's...beautiful." 

Scissorhands

@[Fernweh] Of course! Feel free
@[Solace]