Tornados from a butterfly's wing
She couldn't stop shaking. Despite the steam now radiating from the broken landscape, despite the still-burning patches of land. She couldn't stop shaking.
Ama moved like an elderly creature, every step a gamble as she moved away from the worst of the destruction. The wreckage of her home. As ubiquitous as the smoke and steam, Despair wafted through the air. It was everywhere, inescapable, and the mood-shifter found that she was too exhausted to even begin to lift it. It was too much, all too much, and she wished desperately that Neverwhere was here to patch things up again.
That was a different issue, though. Ama needed to go find her adoptive parent, and her mercurial brother. They weren't here when it happened, and she didn't know whether to be glad or angered about it. Neverwhere was never here when things went wrong. When she was really needed. It was hard not to feel bitter about it on a day like today.
She had done her best to defend her home. That was all any of them had done, was to try to protect their home. What the frightening magicians had spoken about seemed impossible, and more than that, cruel. All they wanted was power, and they had proven more than willing to step on and smother anyone against them. It was sickening. Even now as rain drizzled on her head, the very fact that it existed turned her stomach. The magic mare who'd caused it hadn't done it to be kind. She'd done it to prove a point, and it seemed less insulting if she would have just let it finish burning.
Soot-blackened mud clung to her legs and her belly, weighed down her tail as she searched. One rear leg wouldn't bear her weight properly, blood sluggishly trailing from a gash on her thigh. The skin of her face and chest felt tight where flames had licked, and it burned where water and sweat touched. Worse off than some, but she feared she might be luckier than most.
There had to be others here. Maybe they were scorched like her, or bruised or bleeding. Maybe they were scared, and alone. She was no healer, but maybe she could find one. If nothing else, Ama knew she could offer Comfort to the ones who were left. Get shoulder to cry on when she was done crying herself. A small gift compared to the sheer magnitude of the magic that had ravaged Nerine today. It was what she had, though, and she would offer it willingly.
...Amarine
OOC: Ama is looking for other Nerinian survivors so they can regroup and figure out what happens next <3