forget stardust - you are iron

[Pharaon]

“All human wisdom is contained in these two words - Wait and Hope” -Alexandre Dumas Pharaon often travels to The Field, only once as a homeless mare, but more often as a horse in search of friends and family. Spring is in the air today, the birds chirp and chatter as the small, grey Pharaon journeys further into the Field. The smell of dew and growth and blossoms reach her nostrils and she inhales deeply. But with each step of her delicate legs, something almost sinister begins to lace the air. The scent of ash. The smell of smoke and fire. Has there been yet another disaster? she thinks to herself. Mind whirling from the recent events that shook her homeland, the Jungle. While it was not fire - but ice - that plagued her homeland, the unusual sent her mind into a panic. Quickly, purposefully, Pharaon scans the Field around her. Her amber eyes search for something, anything that may be the source of this strange fire. Just a ways off to her right, another mare appears suddenly, rising to her feet. Her coat is covered in soot, ash flies from it as she shakes. Pharaon picks up a swift trot in her direction. "Are you alright?! Were you caught in the fire?" she calls out to the other as she nears. The dapple grey has concern lacing her voice. Though as her eyes scan the other for signs of distress, a slight sense of confusion crosses her face. The mare seemed unhurt. Pharaon was relieved, yet rather alarmed.