the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
She has been in the field all day, and the laughter catches her entirely off guard. Her head jerks up from grazing, and the white mare’s amber eyes narrow as she follows the path the stallion makes across the field, only to get immediately annoyed by someone else who happened to talk to the lady in question, first.
She scowls. Then, eith a breath intake, follows him, only to mix into the conversation easily. ”Boys, please, give a lady some space to breathe?” She looks at the mare almost apologetically, though the girl seems happy to see the stallion who had been intervening, and they seem familiar with one another enough that she doesn’t comment further, and smiles at the gathering.
The buckskin continues with almost a stoic-sounding recruiting-routine, asking if she’s not from Beqanna. She suppresses a laugh, though she still gives a bright smile to him before looking back at the siblings. ”Welcome to the Field, both of you, I do think. You’ve found the most likely place to meet someone here, as it’s a place full of recruiters.” A quick explanation for her and the buckskin’s appearance, as it seems the younger stallion needs one. ”I’m Ilma, from Hyaline.” If she knew about Wane’s earlier comment about giving a name, she might have done it sooner, just to see if he was going to make the same snappy remark.
Late to the scene but laura just keeps beating me so here I am posting anyway
