09-09-2018, 06:43 AM
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The current tides involving Lepis and Loess had her sick of politics for a while. With the need to clear her head, Ilma ventured out to the common lands in hopes of finding a distraction. The air would be clear enough for flight (remembering her meeting last summer with Vulgaris, who had the decency not to act on his advantage then but had still made her wary through almost their entire conversation); her white coat was illuminated by wings made of sunlight should the need to fly arise. Sometimes she missed her usual downy feathers, but the workaround was well and good. Besides, there wasn’t much to do about it except going to the mountain, and she was not prepared to actually bother the fairies with such a mundane issue of not being able to fly at night.
It was on this day in the snow-covered forest that she noticed an almost equally pale figure, alone, chasing a white hare out of it’s hiding place. She reminded her of her younger self, and of her friend Nymf although the filly had no copper points of course. She was young; perhaps a magic way of Beqannaor a new arrival, with bad timing. But she was not in the adoption den, which had Ilma wonder what she was doing here all alone.
”Hello there, darling girl. What are you chasing our furry friends for? I doubt that it was taunting you,” she asks, but she does so with a joking smile and a light in her eyes. Ah, children. Best distraction she could have hoped for, for sure.
She does not lose her smile when she continues in her warm tones. ”But where are my manners? My name is Ilma, and I live close by in the mountains. Who are you?” And do you have a mother close by who clearly isn’t paying attention right now? Or perhaps you’re better at running away than my own children... Ilma supposes that she had the luck of not having a cremello baby of herself (yet, she muses) who’d be great at hiding in the ever-snowy parts of the mountain landscape; instead having had two black fillies and one dark grey colt. At least, she considers Ember as much her own as the others. So if this filly has no mother, or a homeless mother, she figured she should take them home to the sanctuary for the duration of the winter at least. Unless they’re greatly opposed to that idea.
@[Leokadia]
Idk if you want Jayhawk to join, for now it’s not needed yet, per say
The current tides involving Lepis and Loess had her sick of politics for a while. With the need to clear her head, Ilma ventured out to the common lands in hopes of finding a distraction. The air would be clear enough for flight (remembering her meeting last summer with Vulgaris, who had the decency not to act on his advantage then but had still made her wary through almost their entire conversation); her white coat was illuminated by wings made of sunlight should the need to fly arise. Sometimes she missed her usual downy feathers, but the workaround was well and good. Besides, there wasn’t much to do about it except going to the mountain, and she was not prepared to actually bother the fairies with such a mundane issue of not being able to fly at night.
It was on this day in the snow-covered forest that she noticed an almost equally pale figure, alone, chasing a white hare out of it’s hiding place. She reminded her of her younger self, and of her friend Nymf although the filly had no copper points of course. She was young; perhaps a magic way of Beqannaor a new arrival, with bad timing. But she was not in the adoption den, which had Ilma wonder what she was doing here all alone.
”Hello there, darling girl. What are you chasing our furry friends for? I doubt that it was taunting you,” she asks, but she does so with a joking smile and a light in her eyes. Ah, children. Best distraction she could have hoped for, for sure.
She does not lose her smile when she continues in her warm tones. ”But where are my manners? My name is Ilma, and I live close by in the mountains. Who are you?” And do you have a mother close by who clearly isn’t paying attention right now? Or perhaps you’re better at running away than my own children... Ilma supposes that she had the luck of not having a cremello baby of herself (yet, she muses) who’d be great at hiding in the ever-snowy parts of the mountain landscape; instead having had two black fillies and one dark grey colt. At least, she considers Ember as much her own as the others. So if this filly has no mother, or a homeless mother, she figured she should take them home to the sanctuary for the duration of the winter at least. Unless they’re greatly opposed to that idea.
@[Leokadia]
Idk if you want Jayhawk to join, for now it’s not needed yet, per say
Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time