the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
Some people have nothing to live for. They think they’re superfluous, their actions nothing more than a spin in a wheel that keeps coming back to what it was before.
She knows better. Yes, there are repetitive patterns in life; as clear as she can see her own past, she also sees future. But the future is endless and has many possibilities, none of them the same. Actions and reactions differ each time, and the angel-like mare simply doesn’t choose to go after it any more. She’s spent a large enough time in her cave secluded away, in Hyaline or even on the Mountain. She let the world pass by, plagued by visions of the past and the future.
And in the end, she decided that it doesn’t matter if she participates or not. The only thing that matters is how she feels about it, if she can live with it.
The arrival of the cranky male and the insecure girl at the half-frozen pond doesn’t bother the white-and-light mare. Her own wings are lit only dimly, her form hard to see in the distance because of the lack of a colour difference between her body and the snow. So she simply takes her drink, waiting for him to come close and for her to nearly bump into him. There is hardly anything else to do while waiting either way.
She lifts her head when they are within talking distance, and nods to them. ”Good day.” It is a greeting that she would have given any acquaintance, as if she already knew the both of them and it would be perfectly normal for them to greet one another. As if the bump never happened (she's seen it maybe half of the times she saw this meeting happen). In her mind, she already knows them - knows the way that he could, if that was the path he chose now, snap at her, and knows how he could also choose to simply introduce himself; he could even just stare at her in one of the millions of possible futures, or demand explanations which she wouldn’t bother to give if he chose to ask nicely. It is the same way in which she knows the girl - knows how she could, possibly, show a tiny bit of her lineage. Cyprin gets a smile as well; encouragingly so, even.
She knows lots of things, things that could happen, things that will. But like many other points in time, this is a breaking point - someone needs to choose something, for the future to start to happen. Sometimes the choices are limited, or one is more likely than the other (like his choice to even go here), and those common choices are ones that Ilma doesn’t bother with. But sometimes the choices are of more impact, and judging from the lines these two can create from here on, she would say that these choices made today, are pretty important.
Excuse me while the ex-hermit goes full-oracle ^^
@Camdyn
tag removed and added, after edit because @[Cyprin] beat me to this by just 1 minute lmao