Not all Good Things are Bad; Kagerus, any

[Ilma]

A little breeze goes a long way

Ilma drinks in the rare sunlight near the lake - some of the water in Hyaline is frozen, but the lake is far too large and too open for the wind, that it does not freeze over as easily as the rest. Now and then, she moves to take a drink, or a bite, but she savours whatever she can of the sunlight. She remembers another rather rare sunny day, this autumn, and grins to herself a little. She pushes the thought away however. She probably won't see him again until perhaps the next autumn, and by then she won't be a pretty silly little girl on her own any more. She's starting to show, after all. More round than she used to be, she deliberately opts not to fly around any longer, instead using her wings mostly for warmth. She treasures her little one; like she'd told Noirmay before, she might have a foal come spring, and it turns out that she will. Perhaps they will get along with the buckskin girl, she might like that. Suddenly she lifts her head. Kagerus is here, too. Ilma remembers what she had said at the start of the Beqanna games very clearly. That she bears life, also. But that she's afraid of it, or for it, because it was to harbour death. But what is death without life? Every mother must have gone through such a phase - the 'what if I die in childbirth' question is reasonable, but nothing they can do something about really. At least in Ilma's opinion that is. But perhaps with Beqanna's silly magic rules, like bestowing shadow manipulation on a little boy and granting Kagerus wings for a few hours just because she has dreamt of flight... why, maybe there is still an option. But that's for Kagerus herself to decide. Speaking of her spotted friend, it seems that she must be around. Ilma lifts her head to turn in the direction of the scent and calls to her a greeting. It sure is a day to just enjoy the (albeit dry) grass, the water, and the meagre sunlight, isn't it?

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@[Kagerus]