This darkness was going to have to try a lot harder if it was going to scare Fiorina. Her eyes catch the movement of odd things in the shadows and they carry with them an odd scent. It is hard to think of them as monsters, when this fire-wreathed mare is one too. When she knows there are real monsters probably taking advantage of this eternal night - when she can call those monsters mother and grandmother.
So if there are demons out there, new ones, it’s easy to dismiss them and think of them as family. Perhaps some distant cousins.
She remains wary and alert, though - she’s not stupid - even when her eyes catch on a familiar spotted form standing near the river, tossing pebbles into the water. Her smile begins then - at this first sight - as it always does whenever their paths cross. She watches with greedy, delighted eyes as she moves and bringing the light of her fire up Roz's white and spotted back, spreading with each step that brings them closer.
Fiorina is careful as she comes to stand beside the spotted mare, but not too careful. She cannot dull her edges for Roz, nor does she think she’d be asked to. They’ve even multiplied since they first met, when there were no curved horns surrounded in flames or bone wings settled across her back.
The question asked pulls a smile from her dark features and she answers as she reaches out to nibble gently on pale strands of mane illuminated by the flickering firelight.
“Of course. What is it?”
@[Breckin]