Anyone.

[Volcan]

volcan

Burn slow, burning up the back wall
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear will not die

She is lost. Mentally, though this land does seem pretty foreign, too. The field had been promising, but left her feeling useless. Brennen's promise of Ischia had left her floundering without direction or know-how. Sure, the telekinetic could waltz into her chosen kingdom and introduce herself to all found therein, but somehow, she's too petty for that. If Brennen wasn't going to follow through with his part of the deal, then neither was she.

To Nerine she goes.

Her smoky figure blends well into the evening scenery - winter causes the sun to set early, but truthfully, night has not come yet. In great billows, her breath rises. The scentline of the kingdom has approached her more quickly than she anticipated, causing her to stop short. Her heart fluttered. In the time before, this interaction could have been quickly maneuvered. She knew the kingdoms, their alignments, how they would most likely react to her antics. Now, however, everything is new.

Starlin had said that they were remaking the Amazons of old. And although that was not Volcan's kingdom (not that she knew of yet), the thought of having some thread of connection back to the lands that she knew so intimately is enticing. Her stomach churns. She hates the way that everything leaves her anxious, these days.

Lifting her snout, the young mare trills a call for any to hear. Snow flakes fall into her black mane and cause her to sparkle gently in the strange nighttime light. Without thinking, she grasps at the fallen snow and arranges it into a leopard, the spirit animal that once belonged to the kingdom of warrior women - not that she had ever seen it. Only heard of it, in rumors. She admires the cat - another reminder, of what is gone.

Of what is lost.