the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
Her home is full of life, these days - young life, life which by now needs a set of guardians and teachers, that the kingdom frankly only has a few of. But no-one in the field catches her attentio -
There’s a fuss near the waterfall, and since she’s not too far away but far enough not to see exactly what is happening, she nears it in a slow trot. She gets overtaken by a buckskin stallion, and for a moment, she hesitates if she won’t be too much to the scene. But she’s already on her way, so, she can’t possibly stop now and pretend she trotted along and stopped midway just for the fun of it.
She arrives after another stallion appears near the mare, but seems to take his leave already. She watches him go, and looks from the mare to the man, blinking. The question, are you okay, had been asked already, and she catches his name as well. ”Hello,” she starts with for lack of a better greeting - good day doesn’t sound right, at the moment - and looks to the mare. ”And I’m Ilma.... Do you know that man?” she nods to the fleeting shadow of a stallion, who was with her not too long ago. She wasn’t sure what had happened, if she had been attacked or if it was a game, and she felt the need to ask.