Ember stared back across the table, considered the wrinkles at the corners of gentle eyes and curls decorated with grey, and made a choice. She told her everything, from the tense picnic, to her soul searching in flight, to her decision to come here, and why. She swept past the conversation with Yona and Sandbar some, mostly due to Rarity hastening her the moment brussel sprouts came up again, but otherwise spared no detail.