[open] The living are hungry; any

[Heda]

The golden women allows her hazel eyes to wander, catching glimpses of familiarity drawn from her own memories. Her gaze fixes on a stream of water fed from the mountains, where she learned how to fly beside her obsidian father and inky sister. She remembers leaping over the stream and fluttering her petite wings, as her father, Ruan glinted with enthusiasm. The very feeling is warm, and she flutters her navy tipped wings at her sides in remembrance. She always wished she had brought Lepis here, it was a constant ache within her, something she had always regretted. 

Yet that was then and this is now. Living in the past had drawn her to travel away from beqanna, she couldn't keep running away it was time for Heda to start living again.

She averts her gaze as a young pale mare greets her with a question, a perplexing one at that. She had seen the vast extents of magic within beqanna in her lifetime, but this world never ceases to surprise her. Mimicing any appearance what a peculiar little gift this was, and something she indeed needed to see.

 "Why of course!" she expels, a gentle smile curling on her navy lips, her hazel eyes glinting with curiosity.

HEDA

Love Is Weakness

@ Viszla