The late summer evening had seemed the perfect timing for another trip. The cremello-white Andalusian mare hadn't explored the whole of Beqanna by far; so whenever the weather allowed for it, she enjoyed the warm air and the gentleness of the breezes that carried her through the sky. Ilma had seen Hyaline, the Field, and the Meadow so far. So really not a lot of places at all. She had flown over Loess and Taiga, at least that's what Kagerus had told her the kingdoms beneath were called, and had not failed to see the large patch of green forest-area next to the Meadow. Now that autumn was quick to join them, the forest started to show. Some species of trees were yellowing, and in the late afternoon's light, it was a very inviting colour. She'd landed on the outskirts of the tree-lined area, finding that flight between the tree stems was probably impossible. Her wings closed and folded unto her evenly-white bodice, she strolled through the woods as the sun slowly lowered itself to create an even more orange lighting. |
Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time