11-23-2020, 08:47 PM
While Straia is getting ready to address those assembled, while most of her attention is on the painted woman and not the horned stallion or new apostle Skandar, her world trembles.
It grows angry and shakes with a rage that Aela has never felt, even with all her echoes. Pangea quakes below their hooves and demands its ascension. With its revival, it demands Straia and so she goes. Though Aela has been mute most of her life, she stands frozen in silent horror now as she watches the Dominus fall beneath the crumbling ground. Fall beneath... where? There is no time to consider anything more and the golden girl finds herself leaning into the shield that Beyza creates.
It's only after - when the dust has settled, when Pangea is freed, when that bright scent of Magic taints the air - that Aela glances around for the pale mare. She had fallen but she manages to rise from a tangle of limbs and come closer towards her. The nearly-palomino girl looks for Skandar but her mind (for the first in... how long?) focuses on keeping the emotions of others out, on forcing the echoes of what has just happened away from her. It was draining enough to witness it; she didn't want to relive it over and over again through the (weaker) eyes of others.
By the time she thinks about the Taigan, he is gone.
Closing her eyes, she listens to the others. They ask where Straia has gone. (Aela will miss her but her mind is already reeling towards what took her. What possibilities are down there? Could they unleash it?) Those that arrive after ask what happened and ask after loved ones.
Are you... alright? Aela thinks, reaching through the Magic in the air for Beyza from their previous encounters. She opens her eyes and looks for Skandar again - what a shame it would be if the star-colt was turned to stardust before he even had a chance to shine here - before turning her blue-eyed gaze to the Magician. So long as Beyza stands and Sandar isn't smashed, that's all that matters to her.
Until her friend speaks of leaders and who will be the next to raise Pangea. Aela turns her lovely head and waits, hoping that the cracked-and-canyoned land has satiated itself enough with one leader. If it desires a second, well-
She'll just wait.