the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
Flying westwards is always interesting these days. She wouldn’t admit that she above-average liked the Tephran leader, of course, but still, he never disappointed. She can’t always bother him though; lots of people call on him, as much almost as are in the Cove, or if she counts herself perhaps even more. But he never complaints, and her social visit has perhaps even been a more welcome break.
The river is where she ends up today - not because of any particular reason other than, perhaps, memories of days past. She brought her daughter here once - met Sabra although the mare didn’t seem to remember much of all that, later on. Finding her in Nerine birthing a child she didn’t want; a situation far too familiar. Castile had not acted as he should, there and then - she hoped he learned from it but somehow doubts it, considering his temper.
In that aspect, Scorch might call herself lucky, but yes, you’re right that she definitely needs a mirror.
She grazes on some of the grass near the water; watching the stream she wonders about her recent quests to help heal, one with a jewel and once to the safe land. Trying had never been enough, in both occassions. She looks a little different than before, though she cannot pinpoint how exactly. First she had thought her mind was playing tricks on her, or the Cove’s light. But here in the river water, again it is the same. As if she’s still inside the dream.
She shakes her head and takes a drink, breaks the spell of reflection. The mooncoloured mare lifts her head, just as another mare rounds the corner - and then a foal. She blinks at them as if they perhaps aren’t real either. Last time she saw a bald mare was when she left her daughter in Nerine’s care.
But that mare had been warm and caring, and this colt doeslook like he doesn’t want to disturb his mother.
She steps forward. Nods to the mare, then greets the boy. Perhaps giving the mare a taste of her own medicine, although many mares would probably adore the foal first. ”Hello there. What’s your name?” Her voice soft and warm as always (exceptions might be the raw edges she gets when she’s really angry with someone, but she’s not angry with the boy).
@[Scorch] She demanded it. Sorry not sorry
