the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
The black mare, like she had expected, reacts cheery yet submissive - yup, she definitely needs a change of scenery. The white mare folds her sunlight wings back, and inclines her head to the other when she is within a normal talking range. Funny, that little star on her black head. It reminds her of her daughter, although the girl has a tendency to grey out a little, like her father (but honestly the process never really seems to be completed, with that strange immortality trait the girl likes to perhaps misuse). "My name is Ilma. I'm the ambassador of Hyaline. Or, perhaps, Silver Cove, or, the Sanctuary of the East. I honestly am starting to confuse the names a little." she chuckles a bit to herself, shaking her head.
"I meant no offence but, you seemed a little lonely. And I figured... perhaps some company would do you good." Or a home, even if just temporary to survive winter season. She doesn't say that aloud but, for a good listener, this offer is to be expected to follow up shortly. But the mare seems a little scared still, and Ilma doesn't want to scare her away just yet.
@[Anninux]