09-02-2016, 12:40 PM
Beqanna was angry... probably still, even after all it had done. It had happened so fast, Sirana couldn't even recall most of it. She was worried about what had happened, who had been caught in the mess. The lands had changed, that much was certain. She'd awoken from sleep some time ago, realizing that she was on a mountain of sorts. Wondering where it could've come from made her realize the connection.
The lands were anew... Beqanna had, for lack of a better word, 'reset' everything. The horses who lived here were, for now, homeless. They were more than likely all dropped off on this mountain, at least by what Sirana figured. She'd seen a couple others around her when she woke, but what worried her the most was that it wasn't the familiar forms of her dam, sire, sister, brother, or her dam's newest foal, whom she had yet to meet.
None of the horses she'd run into so far seemed familiar to her. Beqanna, what had the lands done? Why had they changed everything in the blink of an eye, catching so many off guard?
As Sirana passed a couple more horses, her fears grew. What could've happened to her dam? Her family? What if they weren't here? What if the lands had taken them before the changes? What if-
Two familiar forms reached Sirana's brown eyes. One of them was Zaravich, the black mare and one of her friends from Phaedrus' former herd. The other was easy pickens to identify; it was Njenyi, the stallion that had taken the mares from the Dale before Beqanna took it all away.
Despite her hatred for the stallion, Sirana wanted to check on her friend. The amber champagne filly galloped toward the mare and the stallion, skidding to a stop once she'd reached their sides.
"Are you guys okay? Have you seen anyone else from the herd?" she asked frantically, wanting some replies quickly so that she could go out and search for her dam and family.
The lands were anew... Beqanna had, for lack of a better word, 'reset' everything. The horses who lived here were, for now, homeless. They were more than likely all dropped off on this mountain, at least by what Sirana figured. She'd seen a couple others around her when she woke, but what worried her the most was that it wasn't the familiar forms of her dam, sire, sister, brother, or her dam's newest foal, whom she had yet to meet.
None of the horses she'd run into so far seemed familiar to her. Beqanna, what had the lands done? Why had they changed everything in the blink of an eye, catching so many off guard?
As Sirana passed a couple more horses, her fears grew. What could've happened to her dam? Her family? What if they weren't here? What if the lands had taken them before the changes? What if-
Two familiar forms reached Sirana's brown eyes. One of them was Zaravich, the black mare and one of her friends from Phaedrus' former herd. The other was easy pickens to identify; it was Njenyi, the stallion that had taken the mares from the Dale before Beqanna took it all away.
Despite her hatred for the stallion, Sirana wanted to check on her friend. The amber champagne filly galloped toward the mare and the stallion, skidding to a stop once she'd reached their sides.
"Are you guys okay? Have you seen anyone else from the herd?" she asked frantically, wanting some replies quickly so that she could go out and search for her dam and family.