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[Pomona]

Pomona... I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star... Pomona always retreats into the Jungle to think, solitude is the thing she knows best.  The mare is a drab little thing of middling height, her coat a uniform liver chestnut with a ruddy mane and tail that's only slightly lighter in color than her body.  Stocky, of Quarter Horse descent, she's got a matronly look to her thickish barrel.  Broad in the face and a little plain, her eyes are her nicest feature, being large and pretty.  Despite her plain features, she has a huge set of wings made of golden colored light which lights the area around her gently as if from a candle.  They rest over her topline like a transparent mantle, amorphous for the time being. The older mare wandered aimlessly, her thoughts on her lover and her son, wondering where each of her golden colored boys had gone and if they were happy.  Perhaps she would seek them out, but not just yet, she still had a good deal of self-castigation to get through.  Guilt haunted Pomona for most of her life, some from without, most from within.  She was truly her own worst enemy. The scent of burning on the air brought her to attention, head snapping up on her powerful neck as her ears flattened back.  Fires burned in the Jungle from time to time, and in their wake new life grew, but she didn't want to be one of the lives snuffed out to feed the fresh growth that would come after.  Resisting the urge to flee, she knew she had to discover the source and report it if it were something that was a threat to the Kingdom and thus she trotted towards the scent. Upon reaching it however, she found a thread of smoke rising from a charred branch and a bewildered looking gray mare staring at it.  Pulling up short, Pomona stops and only stares for a moment before giving a tentative, "Are you alright?" in her soft, alto voice.