this is the road to ruin

[Blazed]

Listening to the hoofsteps, she followed, swinging her head to see the images on the right side - the leaves were paler on that side, versus dark reds and ambered golds. She didn't hold herself as well anymore, her age showed. She felt pains inside herself, and worried a sickness had hold of her - her mind seemed sharper than her body despite her having been in a decent shape before the change, was it because the reshaping of Beqanna? - as she looked at her daughter Mandalocks. "I'm glad we found ourselves a new home, and that Beqanna granted our wishes for one." She says, her voice rough. She stumbles, landing hard on her right foreleg. Great, now I have a double-weakness on that side.. Perfect! She thinks, anger inside her boiling as she struggles to her feet again, not wanting to succumb to the sickness. 'It's just because of the cold. I'll feel better when spring comes, and this devilish wet mush is gone..' She mutters inside her head, shaking it and moving towards the group for warmth. She didn't want to accept the death toll ringing through her body, taking a breath from her lungs each time she steps, each time she speaks.

Would the old mare overcome this sickness, this horrid illness wanting to ravage her, rot her organs and slowly tear her form apart with a black material form? Or would she, like some others, perish under it's molten grasp on her life?