[private] but they just can't prove it

[Aela]

The Pampas had grown quiet in its last days, but it was nowhere near as quiet as this nearly silent place was now. 

She could feel it - the sense that something tragic had happened - as it lingered around her. It permeated the air, cried eerily out when the wind moved past the odd stones, and after a few moments of venturing through this place, Aela shoved the nearby emotions out. The former Seneschal hadn't allowed herself to feel any of the loss associated with the Flower Court that now resided at the bottom of the ocean, and she certainly wouldn't allow herself to feel sympathy for whatever had been lost here.

Aela had come because this was new; this was different; there might be potential. 

There had been murmurs across Beqanna about the Southern Kingdom sinking. Stories about the disaster and devastation. 

A landbridge - a small sliver of Loess - cut across a newly-formed sea to Tephra. The rest was gone. But while others had talked about the creatures sighted near there, there had been rumors of rock formations and something rising out of the ocean. So instead of returning to Pangea or traveling North (for what? irritate one brother and revel with another?), the palomino had come to learn for herself what had emerged from waves. The Ruins, one nomad had told her with wide, fearful eyes. (Aela had nearly scoffed at that. Horses had far too much time and not enough creativity.) She glanced around as she moved, careful to step so she would make the least amount of noise. This place was open in a way that reminded her of Nerine, and it only deepened the scowl that had begun to surface on her pretty face.

Another place full of damp and cold. 

Her thoughts began to turn again, moving back to the Pampas as she turned down another path, remembering the earthquake and the waves that eventually struck. She had narrowly escaped, but at one point, Aela had found herself in the water. She was no stranger to near-drowning experiences, and not wishing to add another, she stopped at the sight of the floodlands, where the ocean seemed to expectantly lay in wait like a predator watching for prey.

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