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<center><div class="ilmacontain"><div class="ilma"><i>Ilma</i></div><div class="ilmagrad"></div><div class="ilmaquote">And there's a lesson waiting to be learned<br>the firestarters always get the burns<br>and the good guys never get the girl</div><div style="padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;"><p class="ilmamess">
The white mare never hesitates when someone calls for help; though this instance is much more unique, and a call from a queen nonetheless - but a queen in need of help for something pure, someone else, simply wanting a jewel to use for something good. Ilma wonders briefly if it should be taken back, afterwards - but the journey she is about to undertake is challenging enough in itself that she doesn't yet want to worry about doing it twice, not right now.
She leaves early in the morning: flying at night is something she finds she just can't do. The rosy and orange rays however, are enough to power her wings, similar in colour right about now, and the white mare uses them - her only advantage in this - to travel the long way towards the icy plains.
From above, the icy mountain is easy to spot; especially because it is surrounded by an icy plain, and simply because it radiates magic (it draws her in even though she doesn't know this, but that's what, in the end, made it easy to find).
She lands in a puff of snow, her feet landing a little too heavy and deep for her liking but not dangerously so. She folds back the wings out of habit, not out of necessity; perhaps if she'd not had wings before she got these, she might not have done it at all, but had learned to let them vanish when she didn't need them. Now, she carries them with her all day, but this doesn't bother her.
Ploughing through the snow, whipping up too much dusty snow for her liking, she sees she is not the first to arrive. A slender white-blue colt has also arrived to help; winged, but with feathers to actually keep someone warm with. When she nears him, she spots a white fox on the rock he shelters behind, and wonders briefly if that is a coincidence - but most of the time, she finds that there is no such thing as coincidence in Beqanna.
More, she hopes will come, but if not, surely the white Andalusian would be able to help them in one way or the other, even if only with words of encouragement.
Ilma doesn't know much of the Pixie queen guarding the jewel, or the jewel itself, really. In her life in Beqanna, which now extends her life before, she hadn't heard of it before, and she briefly considers the queen coming from another realm altogether. But as she approaches the gathered duo and the similarly-snowy-white figure of a queen awaiting them, the sun-winged mare gives them a warm, welcoming smile in greeting, forgetting her previous considerations. They're not needed and surely at this moment, they are not helpful either. "Good morning, you two."
She settles in to wait next to the colt and the fox, trying her best to make sure the lanky colt doesn't get too battered by the winds. This, she decides, is much colder than Hyaline usually is - even in winter.
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<center><div class="ilmacontain"><div class="ilma"><i>Ilma</i></div><div class="ilmagrad"></div><div class="ilmaquote">And there's a lesson waiting to be learned<br>the firestarters always get the burns<br>and the good guys never get the girl</div><div style="padding-left:10px;padding-right:10px;"><p class="ilmamess">
The white mare never hesitates when someone calls for help; though this instance is much more unique, and a call from a queen nonetheless - but a queen in need of help for something pure, someone else, simply wanting a jewel to use for something good. Ilma wonders briefly if it should be taken back, afterwards - but the journey she is about to undertake is challenging enough in itself that she doesn't yet want to worry about doing it twice, not right now.
She leaves early in the morning: flying at night is something she finds she just can't do. The rosy and orange rays however, are enough to power her wings, similar in colour right about now, and the white mare uses them - her only advantage in this - to travel the long way towards the icy plains.
From above, the icy mountain is easy to spot; especially because it is surrounded by an icy plain, and simply because it radiates magic (it draws her in even though she doesn't know this, but that's what, in the end, made it easy to find).
She lands in a puff of snow, her feet landing a little too heavy and deep for her liking but not dangerously so. She folds back the wings out of habit, not out of necessity; perhaps if she'd not had wings before she got these, she might not have done it at all, but had learned to let them vanish when she didn't need them. Now, she carries them with her all day, but this doesn't bother her.
Ploughing through the snow, whipping up too much dusty snow for her liking, she sees she is not the first to arrive. A slender white-blue colt has also arrived to help; winged, but with feathers to actually keep someone warm with. When she nears him, she spots a white fox on the rock he shelters behind, and wonders briefly if that is a coincidence - but most of the time, she finds that there is no such thing as coincidence in Beqanna.
More, she hopes will come, but if not, surely the white Andalusian would be able to help them in one way or the other, even if only with words of encouragement.
Ilma doesn't know much of the Pixie queen guarding the jewel, or the jewel itself, really. In her life in Beqanna, which now extends her life before, she hadn't heard of it before, and she briefly considers the queen coming from another realm altogether. But as she approaches the gathered duo and the similarly-snowy-white figure of a queen awaiting them, the sun-winged mare gives them a warm, welcoming smile in greeting, forgetting her previous considerations. They're not needed and surely at this moment, they are not helpful either. "Good morning, you two."
She settles in to wait next to the colt and the fox, trying her best to make sure the lanky colt doesn't get too battered by the winds. This, she decides, is much colder than Hyaline usually is - even in winter.
</p></div><div class="ilmaquoterepeat">and shooting stars cannot fix the world</div></div></center>
Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time