She cannot, as they do, feel the movement in the shadows: feel the pull and the tension- the fluidlike sensation that oppresses and flood everything. Therefore she cannot, at first, understand how or where Cimmerian has come to be and she can only find herself blinking with wide eyes and ears forward at the strange colt. Reason tells her that he is similar to Ether, to Heartfire; but she cannot know for certain and instead Briella is left to drop the very large coconut and turn her head down as it loudly ‘thunks’ in the air against sand and rock. Tentative she presses a hoof and kicks at it enough to force it forward; but acquiesces to the former situation- the strange boy.
“Magic…” she thinks, speaks softly- and for a moment she forgets that there is something growing in her… something new, a gift. Forget she does not, and rather suddenly the weanling darts to the side- boldly dives into brush and darkness before returning some minutes later with a brittle… icy leaf.
Suddenly, the world around them changes.
The air grows thick and cold, bitter: the leaf in her mouth crackling and slowly turning into little more than frost that fades. Yet, the change- the reaction, it comes to fruition when her body begins to steady and from the slightest pulse of cold and winter: the bloodied wounds on her legs are gone… the blood washed away and no scar left behind.
Instead there is something of a horrendous reality: where the wounds once existed now there was perfectly healed skin and bone- younger and softer… flawless.
This makes her tilt her head, those dark hazel eyes staring at Cimmerian and Ether, her ears flickering and swiveling as she snorts and shivers- the cold slowly dying down. “Dovev.” she confirms, looking around curiously and with sudden attention: sniffling and rifling through leaf and brush before trekking back an staring at the shadowy pair. “Heartfire.” more names, and its with this that Briella begins to recall her vision and memories: the terrors the ice had brought forth and truths in her mind.
“I have magic, but,” and she pauses to consider her words. “I don’t need magic to fix this: it helps, but- we have to have hope too. Yeah.” the latter is met with a sigh and she glances around, looking at the coconut and its bizarre mysteries.
As if eager to continue whatever study she had- she kicks the brown nut very hard and suddenly- sending it into rocks with a snapping and pop- and after a short jog she retrieves the two halves and chews idly… aware of the new taste and feeling on her tongue. “Okay, this is good. Yeah, eat-able.”
@[Ether] @[Cimmerian]