Nothing could stop what happened next, nothing could prevent it: the sudden whisper on the wind and voice of Carnage as the mad God-Mage laughed and all of Pangea exhaled its fetid breath.
They had caused it, they brought it back: the rise of Pangea, and the death of Rhonen and Harmonia.
Briella could not comprehend it, did not know about it: she was an innocent, fresh from the beyond and stumbling in and out of lives. Beside Heartfire she trembled, and in the wind carried over from the vast expanse of Pangea, there was suddenly a rapidity to her pulse. Heat that grew on her skin and a coughing that wracked her tiny lungs.
She sputtered, and Briella looked at Heartfire with fear.
Flight is natural, the running is something that was expected; but her spindly legs cannot keep up so quickly- no matter how hard she tries. Water and land: all the ways she travels, she follows Heartfire without question and only stops to breath when the coughing demands it and she cannot fight the growing fever.
Hunger has once wracked her body, ravished her; but now there was simply a loss of it, a lack of desire: of the want… and yet she still knew the pain from it, the need for food. “Safe?” she chokes, continuing and stopping only when she knows she can: when the older mare is still.
“Where… not Nerine. Cold.” the rocks are icy, jagged and slippery, the land is spattered in white and she steps into snow with a shiver. “Shadows-” she whimpers, looking at the darkness of a cave and very suddenly shoving her face behind her own legs.
Fear trickles through her mind and she ponders many things, but nothing in particular: instead she can only look to Heartfire with hope for knowledge, with expectation of the answer. Still, she coughs, and her tiny nose wrinkles as she shivers again: staring at the way her breath curls into steam around her face.
“No shadows, just cold.” hair loss is not something she experiences, and the wet flaxen locks glisten with bits of ice and snow: the powdery substance sticking to her sooty form and leaving patches on the baby-soft fur.