the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
The white mare smiles warmly, kindly, like a mother greeting another one, or perhaps even her grown-up child. She has that age by now, she figures.
She is patient, waiting for the mare to settle, and then looks her up and down with slight amusement to her eyes. It’s not like Ilma is very threatening, at least she doesn’t think so. ”No need to panic. I’m Ilma, the ambassador of Hyaline. I wanted to find and talk to residents of the other neutral sanctuary kingdom, and I figure you’re just one of those.” She chuckles a bit, looking at the pink and lavender mare with a kind smile. ”How are you holding up?”
@[peregrine jude] If you want, this can be post-plague? We weren’t very far in, lol.