the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
The air grows hotter each day, but right now it’s bareable. Which is why the black and white mare stood out - others would take these days to move around, catch up on gossip, or simply take notice of the foals, watch over them, that sort of stuff. All before the summer heat would contain the activities of life to the most basic ones necessary. But not this mare, and when Ilma greeted her, it seemed she rarely used her voice at all.
Not that the white mare minded, of course. She never did. There were those who craved homes and those who wandered, and those in between. She was here for the first and the last kind, and it looked like her new conversation partner might be one of them. ”I’m Ilma, from the sanctuary kingdom, Hyaline.” she explained. Opheria was approachable and likeable, something she could appreciate in another. Something Hyaline could use in the coming days, and months. A diplomat or simply someone to help oversee the residents; as long as they were kind and friendly to others.
That was, if she could like the idea to live with them of course. ”Do you have a place to call home yourself?” Of course, she’d not like the other mare less for it if she weren’t even looking to find a home, so, best make sure first. Maybe she’d ask about Hyaline, maybe if she had another kingdom they could talk differences and similarities. Ilma wouldn’t mind either.
@[Opheria]