show them the joy and the pain and the ending
She is paying no attention to the girl who approaches her. Her entire focus is upon the leaves she is methodically dismantling. Sunlight dapples the forest floor, washing the earth in a lovely shades of muted amber and dusky green. The pools of light are slowly growing with each leaf she grinds to dust.
So when the girl speaks, it is no surprise that Heartfire starts. A scowl is instantly tugging at her lips as eyes of pale blue jump to the intruder. Her question only serves to intensify the frown marring her features.
What had they ever done to her? ”They exist,” she says irritably, her voice just shy of a growl. That she speaks in jest does nothing to assuage her temper.
The girl (Helleborn, as she has introduced herself) continues without apparent regard for the blue filly's obvious mal-humor and any potential danger she might have inadvertently placed herself in. The second question however, gives Heartfire pause.
Oh, she can do that whenever she pleases. That and so much more.
So, even if she could not do so for real, she could at least live vicariously thorough this girl. ”Oh, yes…” Before she has even finished speaking those two simple words, the roan sabino girl is gone, replaced by a young woman, a human one, with pale skin and a shock of wild red hair. But the eyes, they are distinctly hers. Brilliant, crystalline blue.
She is not real of course. She never would be again.
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts