[open] show them the joy and the pain and the ending; Any

[Kora]

The approaching mare stops and looks at her, and after a moment of consideration the stranger speaks her name. At that, her golden ears flick delicately backward. Was this yet another relative? Perhaps she had been recognized by the ice that armors her, or the Winter she brings – after all, there had been those who had known her from before. Still, hearing her name like that causes an abstract thought to cross her mind: was she really Kora anymore? Her blue eyes narrow briefly at the woman’s next words before a quiet laugh slips from her. “Do you?” Her lips press into a soft smile that does not reach her gaze. “How funny. I don’t find it all that interesting, myself.” She shrugs a narrow shoulder while the ice at her heels creeps upward – rippling along a foreleg, winding across her belly, washing over a hip, forming crystallized projections and whorls against gold-and-silver skin. “Heartfire, is it?” Coolly, Kora gives the roaned mare a once-over. Her own voice is still whisper-soft, just as it had been before – but the beating in her chest is no longer that of a butterfly-heart. “Am I supposed to know who you are?” Damp with seawater, her silvery tail flicks almost inattentively, though the motion flings droplets that have suddenly turned to small pellets of ice in Heartfire’s direction. kora vanished winterchild of riagan and rayelle