show them the joy and the pain and the ending
She had never been gifted with flight, though it is something her brother had often shared with her. While her feet might never have left the ground, she had seen through his eyes as he soared amongst the clouds. The sight had been impressive enough. No doubt the feel even more so.
Even so, it has never been something she had any strong inclination or longing towards. She is comfortable with her feet upon earth. Her sight, when she allows it, can soar, but most often it is for purposes other than the experience. A bird’s eye view can be quite informative, a means of collecting information that few have. Even fewer have the opportunity to do so from as many perspectives as she.
But unlike a horse, or even a bird high in the sky, no one will ever know she is there. Her intrusion can be neither felt nor heard nor touched. And unless she wishes it, it cannot be seen either.
A true spy, one no one will ever discover.
It is not her abilities as a spy that she puts to use today however. No, today she is making tracks to the field. It is a place she has rarely stepped foot in, and the last time had been to find a home for herself. Now the shoe is on the other foot, so to speak.
She already knows what there is of the field, knows who is there, knows who she wishes to approach. It would be surprising did she not. The mare in question is near in age to her, black and white with feathered wings tucked neatly against her sides.
Her course is unerring, brilliant blue eyes focused. As she nears the woman, she slows to a halt, a faint smile curving her lips. ”Hello,” she greets softly, curiosity and purpose in her gaze. ”I hope that you do not mind my intrusion. I am Heartfire.”
heartfire
i filled up my senses with thoughts from the ghosts