the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
The truth of it is, summer is the best time for Ilma to fly, and thus, to recruit. She can never know if she needs to walk back to Hyaline, but, at least the flight is easy. And so she finds herself in the field on this sunny day, bright with her white coat and sunlight wings.
There’s another in the field, with the colour of the sun. A young mare, with a colour she can appreciate. But before she has made her way over, she is approached by another.
She knows Breckin from sight - a very unique pattern, she doesn’t seem to know she stands out, but Ilma has known her long enough now to know it befits her character to not realize. Much like her own radiant white that she doesn’t want to use for attraction, perhaps. And so, Ilma smiles as she makes her way over.
”Good morning, both of you. How are you, Breckin?” she opens with a more simple conversation, she hopes at least. She turns to the golden filly, her signature warm smile already on her features. ”I am Ilma, from Hyaline - neighbour to Breckin. Pleased to meet you.”
@[Vic] @[Breckin]