Maimed.
The filly (now a mare? Who's to say) makes her way to Tephra through rage laced, defeated eyes. She'd heard whispers that Eight was here from Cress, when they initially planned on making a recreation of the Valley. Is that what she wanted? She can't remember what she said, all she can feel is the pulsating pain with every step she takes toward Tephra.
Since father and mother died she'd been alone. Val long gone. The Valley disappeared into oblivion. Eight, though, that was a constant for her. The only adult she knew other than her family members, the only one who stuck around with constant assurance. She sought him out now, sought out the home, sought out whatever she could find. Tephra. The volcano. Just head that way.
Each step is a labor.
She should have healed. She woke up on the mountain like everyone else, but did she grasp the gravity of the situation? No. Her powers were insidious, it's hard to feel them missing. Immortality does not have a feeling or a sensation. Blocking mind reading...did she even know she had it? Truly? She guessed it once, but that's all. A guess. Her lack of healing tells her something is seriously wrong.
Her face is a scab, obscuring half of it, blood crusted and dried from days before. Infection might set in at any minute if she's not careful. She doesn't know what infection is, but prior to heading to Tephra she went to the Mountain. Once she crossed the borders her face...well, it healed. A ragged scar under that crusted bloody mass that refused to calm itself. Healed, yes. Painful? The minute she left the Mountain and her face felt the true weight of her blemish it throbbed.
At least it stopped bleeding.
The filly (now a mare? Who's to say) makes her way to Tephra through rage laced, defeated eyes. She'd heard whispers that Eight was here from Cress, when they initially planned on making a recreation of the Valley. Is that what she wanted? She can't remember what she said, all she can feel is the pulsating pain with every step she takes toward Tephra.
Since father and mother died she'd been alone. Val long gone. The Valley disappeared into oblivion. Eight, though, that was a constant for her. The only adult she knew other than her family members, the only one who stuck around with constant assurance. She sought him out now, sought out the home, sought out whatever she could find. Tephra. The volcano. Just head that way.
Each step is a labor.
She should have healed. She woke up on the mountain like everyone else, but did she grasp the gravity of the situation? No. Her powers were insidious, it's hard to feel them missing. Immortality does not have a feeling or a sensation. Blocking mind reading...did she even know she had it? Truly? She guessed it once, but that's all. A guess. Her lack of healing tells her something is seriously wrong.
Her face is a scab, obscuring half of it, blood crusted and dried from days before. Infection might set in at any minute if she's not careful. She doesn't know what infection is, but prior to heading to Tephra she went to the Mountain. Once she crossed the borders her face...well, it healed. A ragged scar under that crusted bloody mass that refused to calm itself. Healed, yes. Painful? The minute she left the Mountain and her face felt the true weight of her blemish it throbbed.
At least it stopped bleeding.