show them the joy and the pain and the ending
Yes, she is confident, even in this strange new world that surrounds them like an ill fitting glove. But then, she has always had good reason to be. It is fate, or perhaps merely unendingly good luck. She had been born to parents who love her, a brother she cherishes, and a world that had embraced her. She had gained far more than she had ever lost (though, in this moment that is not quite how she might see it, considering how relatively powerless she is now compared to not so very long ago).
Still, she has suffered. She had lost her heart, a distant, unreachable love stealing it away. She might love still, but never like that again.
In comparison however, she has been blessed.
The sun beats down relentlessly, nary a cloud in the sky to block its light. Her dark coat warms beneath its rays, reminding her so much of the home she had been born to, the home that had been lost even before the hills and valleys had buckled and folded beneath a powerful force, before Beqanna had changed its face forever. She misses it sometimes, misses having a place to call home. It’s true, she had not been overly attached, but she would not mind having that again.
It takes a moment for the red mare to make her response, giving Heartfire time to consider the open meadow before them. For a moment, a shiver traces down the blue mare’s spine, causing her refined head to come up slightly, her blue eyes to scan their surrounding suspiciously, and distracting her momentarily from the other mare’s question. When she sees nothing out of the ordinary, a slight frown tugs at her lips.
”Boredom, I suppose,” she responds after a moment’s silence, almost offhandedly. For a moment, she wonders, but the approach of another draws her attention. Her appearance is rather bedraggled, but she seems quite elated. Her words confirm her excitement, quite overshadowing anything Heartfire might have said.
A sister, it seems. For a moment, a pang in her chest reminds her of the twin she has not seen in ages, but it is quickly snuffed. Instead, one brow tips up slightly as she considers the newcomer. Things had just become so much more intriguing.
”Heartfire,” she says simply in response to Romantica’s introduction. After a moment’s consideration, her lips tilt up slightly into a mildly amused grin. ”Imagine that.” Pause. ”Long time, no see I take it?”
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts