[open] It’s not all snow that is white; anyone

[Ilma]

And if I fell, would you be there to catch me?

Ilma

As time stretches, the white winged mare wonders if this was a good idea at all - but no, she should not doubt herself. It is early winter, and she can not handle staying in the one place all the time, nor can she say she is a great diplomat if she can’t even recruit other horses.

But she doesn’t have to wait overly long. Another approaches, a pinto-grulla mare with a horn. She looks not much different from any other horse in Beqanna, although she is not that regular black or brown, having been gifted with several different genes that allow her to stand out in her own way, including her silver mane.

Ilma smiles at her; she gives a pleasant greeting after all. ”Good day, I am Ilma from Hyaline.” She offers lightly, happy to have someone to talk to. It is funny she got approached first but perhaps, she had been lost in thought a bit too much to find out a lone horse. But she’s glad all the same, even if this mare belongs to another kingdom (although come to think of it, she doesn’t smell like either one).

don't let the fear of flying stop you from falling

@[Gendrith]