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She was enjoying her time in the snow when suddenly out of nowhere she heard a voice, somebody asking if she'd made the fire. "Shit," she muttered. She stopped rolling and lifted her head to look at Weaver, "No," she replied, "I found it." With a disappointed huff, Ingrid got up and shook off a blanket of snow. Rolling around had been fun for the ten seconds it lasted.
"You're Weaver, right? We met when there was an Edge collation to go get mirror water," she said, turning her head sideways so she could get a better look at the mare. She was standing right in that annoying between-the-eyes blind spot. As her gaze scanned over the tribrid, details started coming back to her. Right, one of the Basin's high ranking officers. Exactly who I wanted to find me playing in the snow like a toddler.
"I uh, like your bird," she added, unsure of what else to say. At least it's not a dragon?
With Weaver's appearance, Ingrid was also really starting to wonder who'd started the fire. It clearly attracted Helovians like moths to well, a flame. She had a feeling that a thinker like Amaris or Yael might be able to make something of the fact that simple moths and scholarly horses alike were drawn to pretty glowy things. Ingrid however was short a couple of the shits she'd need to give to be able draw significance from it.
