the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
It's like she told Magnus - she can't stay away from the field and meadow for long.
Her sunlight wings have carried her a great distance before, but today less greatly so. The weather seems to be against her, and she diverts to the southern areas of the common lands so as not to be caught in a winter rain; and well, she can just about land in the meadow then. Knowing she'll come here more often to seek out homeless souls in need of guidance, she could not hope to avoid the infection, and so, she refuses to behave as if it might scare her.
Today, there aren't a whole lot of horses in the meadow. But there's a mare up ahead; a little taller and skinnier than Ilma is, similar in form and build to Kagerus; and with a black coat that should have been shiny. Instead, it's much of an opposite to the white andalusian mare herself.
That will not do.
She approaches quickly, in a light trot. She doesn't seem sick, only a little underfed from the harsh winter, no doubt on her own - so Ilma offers a kind smile and a warm tone to her voice. "Good day to you. I hope I'm not disturbing."
@[Anninux]