the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
Her new wings still take some getting used to, appearing and disappearing with the light of the sun. But she’s getting the hang of it now, seeing on which days she can go out further and on which days she probably shouldn’t, because by night she would like to be back home. It’s a good distraction from her life at home, too. She’s noticed Solace is pregnant again, and her twins, Llowell and Kanamae are nearing the yearling stage. Herself, she’s glad to not carry a foal this year, if only that it will be a welcome ‘rest’ of raising a baby next spring, and that she can fly all winter.
Well, that last part surely backfired, but only partly, because she can fly on a sunny, bright winter day like this one. The snow reflects more sunlight even, and when she lands in the meadow, Ilma is once again a manifestation of the sunny winter day. Her coat white as the snow, her wings the same reflective sunlight. All in all, life isn’t too bad. Today, at least. With a smile, she looks around for someone to talk to. More distractions from the political climate would be welcome.
@[Rhynne]