Nyxa
“She’s our Caretaker,” Her guide explains, a hint of reverence in her voice, “do you want me to find her …?”
“No, no, that’s not necessary.” Nyxa rushes to say. “We met long ago, when I was very young, and only once at that. I doubt she’ll remember me.” The cream-colored mare explains. Caretaker? She thinks, falling into step alongside Ilma. Years may have passed since she last came to this place, but her hooves still remember the familiar trails of her childhood. “I looked very different, then.” The seamare laughs.
The miles between Hyaline’s border and her lake roll quickly behind the two as they journey. Nyxa finds the walk pleasant, what with Ilma there to keep her company and ask questions, but soon enough they fall onto the subject of Solace again (which surprises the visitor very little.) “Brennen worked in tandem with a stallion named Amet.” Nyxa replies, cheerfully enough. “I suppose it would be more accurate to say that Amet founded the kingdom, under Brennen’s supervision. Either way it was intended to be run by Amet and his siblings as a safe harbor for young horses, and as a sub kingdom to Nerine, during Nayl’s mighty rule.”
She exhales, feeling the weight of those distant history lessons. Jah-Lilah had been an apt mother during her own mother’s frequent diplomatic trips, and she had the lightning mare to thank for what she was currently sharing with Ilma. “From my knowledge, this place grew under Amet’s careful guidance and soon enough, the sibling vanguard and Hyaline’s status as a sub kingdom vanished. Amet had grown powerful enough to take the reins, I suppose. Not long after that my mother came here, to reside as his right-hand.”
Their footfalls lead them on, Nyxa carefully keeping herself out of the way of Ilma’s wings and personal space, and before they know it the Lake appears before them. “Circinae (that’s my mother, of course) helped out here until she took control of Ischia, and after that I left to be with her there. I’m assuming that sometime shortly after our departure, Solace was chosen by Amet to take his place.” The green-haired woman surmises, coming to a halt near the tranquil shore of Hyaline’s lake.
“Both Amet and Solace came to Ischia with that announcement, and that was the last time I saw Amet, Solace, and believe it or not - my own mother.” She sighs, again.
With a half-hearted smile tacked onto her face, Nyxa disguises the bitter ache in her chest. That last memory of them all together, of finding out Jah-Lilah’s pregnancy before their family went to shit … it was an unexpected prick in this otherwise pleasant day. “If you’ll excuse me,” The Nereid says with a calm look towards her pale guide.
The water of Hyaline’s centerpiece rolls unnaturally up the shoreline, quick to douse the pebbles and soft sand before crashing against Nyxa’s hooves like a dog welcoming its master home. Her pelt reacts - silver scales flashing along her legs and underbelly where there’d been nothing before, and a signature, opalescent gleam lightens her coat to enhance the allure she already wore. Unafraid, the Ischian mare walks eagerly forward, undaunted even as the clear waters close over her head and she disappears from view.
-I'm sailing right behind, like a bridge over troubled water-
@[Ilma]