Brinly
She has never seen magic, or at least, not the kind that can do good. The only magic she was familiar with was the kind that was a curse. The kind that had taken her in its grasp and decided that the plain, and relatively kind girl needed to be punished for some imaginary crime. Magic had taken her blood and brought it to a boil, magic had harnessed a fire beneath her skin and turned her into a burning weapon that she had no control over. Her experience leaves her feeling skeptical of Isilya, even if her intentions were entirely good.
It is obvious that her abrupt reaction had hurt the other girl, and she can feel the guilt tightening like a noose around her throat. It was never her intention to upset anyone, but she seems to always manage it. Her reaction was never right, and she had an uncanny ability to turn any situation into either a fight, or in this case just making someone else feel like they had made a mistake. It wasn’t often that Brinly felt bad for snapping at someone, but Isilya seemed to be the exception, because the guilt was still sitting like a stone in her stomach.
Her eyes lift again to her face, and there is a flicker of confusion at her words. She doesn’t have the chance to ask any questions before the pale mare is soon adorned in glittering scales, and Brinly is again captivated by a display of something so lovely and simple. She is not used to seeing pretty things; things that were meant to be soft, things that weren’t meant to cause pain.
Hesitantly, she takes a step forward, letting the space between the two of them slowly disappear. With an unrivaled caution she reaches forward, letting the satin-smooth of her muzzle just hardly skim across the surface of the mare’s scales on her shoulder. She retracts, half-way expecting a reaction, but it never comes. Emboldened, she reaches for her again, pressing a little more firmly before saying in almost disbelief, “I can’t burn scales,” she withdraws her touch, her eyes flitting to the pale mare’s and adding quietly, “I never knew that.”
— burn until our lives become the embers —
@[Isilya]