“Hello, dearie. Have you seen a girl with fire in her hair and magic in her eyes go past this way? She usually has a white horse with her,” the shorter woman asked the redhead.
“Oh, I might need to specify,” she giggled. “Her hair is not literally fire. I’m being poetic.”
“Ummm… well, I mean I know magic… and my hair is kinda fiery looking. I don’t have a white horse unfortunately.” Sunset said, her voice laced with confusion. “Do you know the person’s name that you’re looking for?”
TheWanderingSunset2 