Ciri
"Useful trick that.” She motions with her muzzle towards the white mare, taking in the subtle shift of her eyes as they return to a more feline nature. "The shifting I mean.” She explains before quietly falling into step beside her grateful that she wasn’t pushed too hard on her reasoning for being here and thanking the fates that at least this part was easy. If only everything else wasn’t such a mess. Obviously powers weren’t taken completely away, hadn’t disappeared entirely. The shifter beside her was evidence of that. Perhaps it was only her power that had been effected. Maybe something had gone wrong in the portal, or perhaps this was just an alternate version of the place she had once called home. She can’t stop picking apart the pieces, trying to make them fall into place where she can make sense of it all.
Mazikeen, it’s the name that is offered as she stews over her predicament in silence. The scarred mare doesn’t respond back right away, her mind churning with several pieces of information. She already knew that this mare was a stranger, had never seen her before, and her name was foreign to her. It had been too much to hope that maybe she had fallen backwards in time, had arrived when perhaps Hyaline was still in the grips of someone familiar to her. But between the darkness and the stranger, she had already known deep in her heart that it was too much to ask. So she has either moved back too far or moved forward in time.
For a moment she thinks to ask what year it is but decides that’s too revealing of a question, it might invite more speculation of herself and how she had come to be here. Instead she asks, "So how long has it been like this?" Gesturing to the ominous presence of shadows and stains billowing about them. Not realizing that this question isn’t much better than her original thought. She suddenly halts in her slow march, looking at Mazikeen with an intensity that sends the swirls of her silver gaze into a frenzy. There’s another question and she hesitates, knowing it might expose her even further but suddenly she doesn’t care. She just needs to know. "Who rules Hyaline now?” A hesitation before finally admitting what she really wants to know, her voice spilling from dark lips. It’s too late to hide the slight hitch of desperation that weaves between her words. "Has anyone seen Amet?
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[Mazikeen]