the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
The white and sunlight-covered mare could never hide, but, there is few she would need forgiveness for. Only once did she lash out, but today she is herself again, and simply watchful for recruits or those that simply need some kind of aid, something Hyaline is always willing to give, or, in this case: one who looks like he needs some stranger to talk to.
He is hesitant, stepping out of the shadows and into the light as if he’s here to confess he killed the fairies. Surely he has not, and surely he can be forgiven. It’s only those without remorse who can’t be helped and, he shows a lot of just that.
The woman is everything that he is not; bright and pretty cheerful, although she would not dare to be overly outgoing; she’s not like that. She probably smells of the mountains, but most of all of fresh air and clouds from her flight earlier, not too much of a dead-giveaway of where she lives. Or maybe she’s just used to the smell.
She falls into step next to the large winged male, and addresses him calmly. ”I’d say good day, but it seems your thoughts are ruining it for you.” Concerned, she looks at him. ”Might there be something I could help you with?” she offers, genuinely as she feels his mind weighs more heavily on him than it should. Surely there must be something she can say. To anyone else, or, to himself?
@[Castile] figured he’d feel safer with someone he never met ^.^