She has forgotten that time passes, that the plague once was and then was no more, and when cyprin speak… she finds herself taken back slightly as the notion that such has been that more time is again, lost to her. As if unsure how to answer, she crosses a leg atop the other and steadies herself first: curiously regarding the girl in her company and owlishly tilting her head before speaking up and calmly.
“It was terrifying,” she begins- her mind racing with thoughts. “There was a great echo through the landa and the minds of all those within them: every since person. They were commanded to go to Pangea, and many did, but when they arrived they were brought into a trick by the Dark God Carnage… for he rallied them and lied to them. He said that they should kill a Magician, and when he struck down by the mob- all of his dark machinations came to life.”
Taking a moment to allow her time to gauge and question, Briella continued as if it were a horrifying story, a tale to be told. “Magic, hatred, and all manner of vice became a sickness and those who attacked were the first to be struck with it. Thus it began to spread as wildfires do, and only a few places were safe; but over time many went to the Faeries for help and their trials earned them reprieve in the end. Those who were withered, hungry, bleeding, sick, and always tired were cured: and death was forced back as the wounds were sealed and Pangea was cleansed.”
Swallowing back her breath and the frog in her throat she recalled Icicle Isle and her own adventures… the faces of those she knew and met, and the punishment she wrought upon herself to assist, near death and still trying. “But that was years ago, it seems.” taking a moment to parse this she listens and studies Cyprin- her breath eased as she mulls over the various thoughts: over friends and family gone. Wolfbane, though, provokes in her a curiosity: intense and yet? Only enough to warrant a smile.
To the intricacies of the other worlds, she narrows her eyes slightly- pensive and choosy of her words this time. “The ‘other world’ is something I have come to know as the Void, it is a dark place- black and shadowy and a strange reflection of Beqanna. Often quiet, and so silent you can only hear your own heartbeat or feet on the ground… your own echo. Empty and without any for miles,it is so lonely, but there is no time there. No seasons and no day, no night- only strange creatures without a beginning or an end.”
Nodding at this she shrugs as best she can, or metaphorically does so rather.
“It is hard to get there and harder to leave; but it isn’t a place many stay. You- you must have family here, I don’t imagine they would enjoy you going there. It would be awfully frightening and they would miss you terribly, yeah?”
@[Cyprin] <3