the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
She doesn't really know what she's looking for when she heads out - the meadow contained more horses than when the plague first struck, sure; company she will not lack even in the relatively isolated Silver Cove, because others have found their way into the Sanctuary. Maybe she just needs an unfamiliar face? No - she needs a break from helpless looks, she thinks then. She loves to guide home whoever she finds that may be in need of protection, but some days, that's just not what you need for yourself.
West, then, she flies.
She briefly considers Nerine, to check up on Sabra, Castile an Miela. But while she nears the land, the orange glow on the left is something that catches her eye - curiosity - and she changes direction. Just a little further. Yes, perhaps she just needed to check up on a friend; the only one she could think of right now who might not be in need of help, but might simply appreciate company.
She lands just near the border, eyeing the ash-filled land. Some patches are cleaner than others, she notes now. Perhaps the wind blows more freely there. Perhaps the wind is more steady here and blows the most of the volcano's clouds to sea.
She wonders if any of the islands off-coast ever have troubles, or if the Taiga does.
The white mare folds her light-made wings back, sniffs the air. It's harder for her to catch scents here, and most of them are mingled with the sulfur anyway.
A soft snort and a bit of a frown. She can't really distinguish if he's even here - perhaps she should have searched the Field, first.
@[Magnus] Soooo I finally made a starter and here it is, being all over the place!