the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
The alabaster mare makes the trek without too much trouble - it is through the air that she travels, the beeline she makes being for Pangea this time. As a nomad, and a diplomat at heart, she decides it would be decent if they’d allow her in; and in is all she needs right now.
She lands at the border nearest to Hyaline; she smiles, remembering her time there and in the Cove - it fades as quickly as it appeared, together with her sunlight-made wings. Pangea is different now - or, perhaps not really; but it is more prominent and powerful in the same ambition it always had. Thanks to the lion-shifter, only the Cove bore some semblance to the sanctuary that once occupied and even that, barely. He’d been successful.
She shakes her crest, ignoring whatever feelings she might have had. She’s not here for any land any more.
And so at the border, the most unlikely visitor in the world calls out as if it’s just another day, as if she’s just a friendly neighbour visiting another friendly neighbour.
And who’s to say that that isn’t what she’s doing?
@[Alcinder]