09-20-2016, 08:23 AM
When a red form catches the edge of his vision, he turns and sees a scarred face. He'd seen her a few times on the trip to Tephra, and had not been bothered by the scars. But then, it reminded him, of his initiation. Of the rocks, scarring and wounding his flesh, then the rocks crashing over his spine, breaking and paralyzing the stallion.. Yet when he still stood back up, found his legs moveable again, Real Fire realized that it was all in his mind. Just a dream. But it was hard to forget - harder to remember - as it hurt and fascinated him, scared him yet sent an odd thrill through his form. He shivered lightly, pulling out of the flashback, and wandered aimlessly, finding himself at the filly soon after. "Home indeed. Not the Tundra, but it's home." He agrees with her words, smiles, stands next to her, ignoring the scars marring her face, and just tried to talk to the filly. "Where did you come from, before the change?" He asks the filly, looking at her with a curious expression. Annoyance at his sister still laid underneath, and it peeked through in his eyes, but kindness was directed to the filly - not his anger at his sister beating him to a promotion.