hope is the daughter of a blind father; any

[City]

It is warm here, something City has grown to appreciate in these last days of wintry travel to get to Tephra. She slinks through the fronds, their rain soaked leaves spilling water down her dusty freckled fur. It isn’t until the feathery mare has already detected City that she notices the stranger. The woman clearly lives here, as she approaches and her tone of greeting is too sure and direct to be that of a nomad’s ‘hello’.

The blood-marked mare stops, lifting her head to let her eyes view the sabino a bit better. “Hello.” Her tone is granite and her sulphuric eyes level their stare to match the other mare’s. City lets silence hang between them, watching but not glaring, her thick blond tail tossing once against each hip. “My name is City.” She starts to step forward, her voice mixing with the warm breeze, and the splash of her flicking tail joins the rustling of plant-life as she approaches. She stops at a respectful distance and casts her yellow eyes away from the winged mare of golds, chocolates and whites, setting her gaze to the plumes of smog hissing on the horizon. “King Warrick? Is he…here anymore?” She turns her observations back to the painted mare, carefully reading her reaction, waiting for her to confirm or deny City’s suspicions that the rumors might be true.

CITY
carnage x emotion

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@[Lucrezia]