Once upon a time she had walked beside the skeletally dressed man, beside the thinner and battle hardened frame of the one she called Father; but he had brought her to many places… many homes and to all the vastness of his family, and in the void- she had lost them. Still, her steps are easily paced and Briella drifts from Loess to the Taiga and to a thousand places and roads she walked once beside her Father, Dovev.
Time had stolen that, and the plague had almost killed her; but only almost.
Such it was that she stood at the border of Nerine, her gaze cast over and out at the vast stretch of land that was the wildgrasses and cliffsides… distant beaches and a swelling tide. She drifts and wanders, walks through and around without care of comfort and now, most importantly: she is alone. Tediously she looks over to her side and expects to hear the sounds whistles and clicks but they are absent and instead there is wind and gulls crying and the scent of salt in the air.
Her coat, though just lightly shaggy, has changed significantly in its color and the hairs have become a deep abyssal black spattered by grey and a thousand shades of blue- white spots painted across her and the appearance of a milky way or the stars themselves were plastered upon her. Stony hooves and strands of ice for hair added to the gemstone eyes and Briella blinked when she felt the strike against a rock.
Peering down she mired herself in thoughts, kicking it aside and recalling the sudden blast and light: the devastating burst of energy as atomized landscape was met by the power that Heartfire had once unleashed. To herself, she cannot help but wonder if this has been caught in the blast, and yet? It matters little- she merely has to keep going as she walks and moves… as she brings herself to the edge of the cliffs and to the beach below.
Staring at the glimmering water and feeling the wind, she smiles to herself: it’s familiar… and the child knows it.
@[Heartfire] excuse me ma'am wyd