There’s a lesson waiting to be learned; Rhynne, any

[Ilma]

Ilma

And there's a lesson waiting to be learned
the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl

It's a black mare, with a remarkably red blaze, that catches her attention. Not just by the blaze, but because she is the one who ends up approaching the white Ilma. She smiles readily of course, and greets her with a warm whinny and a head-bowing gesture. "I am Ilma, Ambassador of Hyaline." she tells the other mare. She wonders briefly why she had approached her; but perhaps she just wants to talk or, even find a new home. "How are you?" she asks - perhaps once she gets the black mare talking, she'll tell her just that.

and shooting stars cannot fix the world

@[Rhynne]