show them the joy and the pain and the ending
She is everywhere and nowhere. The forest is her eyes, a buffet of sights that she can feast on whenever she pleases. It takes her but a moment to find him, to see the creature that separates himself from the trees, from slumber, like a great beast shedding its skin.
And she is curious. She is ever curious, thirsty for knowledge in the way drowning men thirst for air.
So she finds him. It is not hard to do. She follows him, the birds and squirrels and lowly woodland creatures serving as her spies. She flits from sight to sight with the ease of practice. Of a woman who knows exactly what she is doing, exactly what she wants.
Her frame is lean and agile, carrying her swiftly through wood and grass until she finds him. Her step is light, her white splashed roan coat sleek despite the chill. She has a rather sharp and angular beauty, despite the gnarled scar gracing her chest. To look at, she is nothing spectacular, nothing out of the ordinary.
No, it is the perceptive gleam in the crystalline blue of her eye, the way her thoughts churn with possibilities, that sets her apart.
”Hello.” She greets the strange stallion lightly, voice pitched low and neutral as she eyes him with open curiosity. ”Has anyone told you just how... interesting you are?”
She has never been one to beat around the bush.
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts