Desreal: Saphira, we have not come far yet.

Through ones fire
She, whom meaning of a word unspoken
Shall shatter your way of thoughts
Her heart and soul
Burning and prisoner
For that one kindred stag.

If she had been bothered enough she would probably do something reckless like blurting everything out, but then again, it didn’t really fit her. She did not quiver, neither show any sort of purpose to stand over another. Instead the young fem stood calm, firm and proud as she had never done before. She already knew that Saphira had resurrected Marshall and he was here again, teaching her and soon, she would be teaching someone else, someone underneath her and only then she would show them, what Althea the Healer as her name was known but still, she held no title of that sort. But that was but a trivial matter now, she had come for an open heart, in hope that Saphira would want to interact with her. But when she realized this it had already gone several moments and her body was stiff from cold. With a gentle shook of the withers the lively Arabian mare ands he let the warmth of her fire tense up her muscles.

”Yes, I know Saphira but to me you will always be a Commander. But that is not why I am here. You saved Marshall, he told me so. But for him I am not here for him either.” what to say now? She had to be honest no idea whatsoever and therefore, the young mare had kept her own presence low away from the other equines but not many had noticed this right? Well of course not, she had been hiding after all. ”But Saphira, I am not in need of your service at all. I am here but to chit chat. What difference does it make for a scholar to talk with a warrior? I am merely a student yes, but that is just a rambling thought no? But still, doesn’t a difference make many equal?” Her question was stated gently and calmly while the young mistress kept her own notice to a minimum while she watched Saphira, waiting for the older mare’s answer.

Through ones fire
She, whom meaning of a word unspoken
Shall shatter your way of thoughts
Her heart and soul
Burning and prisoner
For that one kindred stag.