She watched them for a long time, her dark eyes fixed on the dappled figures that grazed lazily through the trees. She was careful to stay out of the patches of sunlight that beamed down so as not to attract attention to her iridescent gold coat. Her coat. It was the one beautiful thing left about her. Her flesh had long since begun to atrophy, leaving behind her skeletal figure, thin and bony. Her dark eyes held their usual cold gleam though now they were more tired looking, perhaps more sad. Her mane clung on in ragged patches though her tail remained in decent shape. They were still the pure, snowy white they had always been. She lifted one pink hoof only to put it back down on the soft green carpet. She was the past now, and it was useless to go further. Kisei was not here. The ghosts were not even here.

As she turned to leave however, a figure caught her eye, a familiar one. Right away she knew, she could see in the mare's build, in her eyes, that she was Kisei's daughter. Flare could not bring to mind her name though and so merely gazed for a moment or two before the mare was joined by yet another. This mare seemed hesitant as well and Flare was suddenly annoyed by the amount of horses standing quietly in the shadows of her forest. This had been her home since day one, and she didn't like the sudden sight of a foreigner. Her movements were still swift as she approached the two nearly silently. Her thin form made it even easier to maneuver her way through the dense cover.

Greetings," she said in a rather ragged voice. Her eyes found Dynalia swiftly. "You, you're Kisei's daughter."

"Talk"