and you'll never know —
But when she heard a sound, she lifted her scarred face to peer through the blanket of fog, doing her best to distinguish between the different colors in the mists. It was getting harder with her old age, old bones becoming painful with each winter and chill, old eyes getting less and less reliable. She felt a slight twinge of nervousness settle in her stomach until she remembered that she were in fact home and despite the fact she felt as though she hadn't done much - she had proved it enough to her King. So with the thought of the Edge on her shoulders, protection in the fog, she followed where she thought the sound had come from.
Upon further inspection, as the fog lessened, Glasgow spotted a familiar pegasus. The black mare with the familiar white patches and teal dipped caused a smile to grow upon her face. She remembered her from the very painting lesson that the scarred Glazier had held in another section of the shattered wall. Approaching the mare further, she dipped her head - her smile soft and gentle despite the awkward look it probably carried from her already being permanently scarred with a smile. Glassy eyes sought for the mare's for a moment. "Lyanna, is it? I didn't get to tell you thank you for coming to my painting event. I'm Glasgow - if I didn't introduce myself last time. Old age makes it hard to remember." She approached a bit further, but not to encroach upon the pegasus' space. Just enough so the joke she cracked would possibly be in better hearing range. "What brings you to the wall?" She questioned a bit softer, ivory ears perking to listen for the mare's answer - if she were to provide one.
"Talk."
@Lyanna thanks for starting the thread <33 I saw that Lyanna had posted to Glasgow's painting thread, so I assumed that she would know her name from when she announced it in the clearing. If that's not okay, I can change it :D