the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
Winter was usually a season the mare could thrive in - not because she wanted to hide away (though one season, she had), but because winter always prompted her to go out more, to go seek out those who might have a hard time getting by. Last winter she had found Aten; she wonders if the Brotherhood of Ischia had stuck, for him. At the very least he had been some place warmer.
But this mare seemed unfamiliar with most of the land surrounding her. Ilma tilted her head at that remark, then smiled. "You're in Beqanna now, Anni, which is what we call our world. It's a world full of strange magic I sometimes still have a hard time to grasp, even after nearly 6 years of living here. But it has also recently shifted lands due to a sickness coming about - the faerie that protect us, have erected safe lands, one of them the Silver Cove, that we as the Sanctuary now inhabit. If you want shelter from the winter's harshness and the sickness, perhaps I can take you there?" she offers then - this mare is in need, but it is a need that Ilma can fullfill - Anninux need only say so. She didn't seem the type to put the sanctuary in danger, not to Ilma.
Or in any case, not in her current condition, so it seems relatively safe to ask her.
@[Anninux]