It's cold, but it is a familiar kind of cold. Winter has left, but Nerine's air is always fresh. It wasn't when I disappeared, but it is now. With a content sigh I lift my nose to smell the salty breeze, the one thing that hasn't changed. With it comes a scent of burning wood, but it's not the kind of burning that I've known before. This seems like a small fire on the wind, far away, non threatening.
With the sea breeze comes my friend, as well. She seems so much older, or maybe that's just the surprise in her voice. I can't quite see her, not in the way that I should, but I know the hesitation in how she places her hoofs, recognize her scent and her voice to know who it is I'm talking to. I let out a small sound that is almost a chuckle when she starts to question me. "Here. I've been right here this whole time." I tell her. Feeling around further, I sigh. "Sorry about the mess. I'll fix that... tomorrow." I can't do it right now, I feel too drained. I know deep in my heart that I must have caused this - I'd only recognized that I had tapped into the elemental magic when it was too late; when I was already awake and Muirín had slid into the world amidst the earth's thunder.
I call to the salty breeze with a reserve I didn't know I had, and change it's direction just this once. I can't feel it myself, but the distant smoky scent is gone when I direct a breeze from the sea towards @[lilliana]. My soft-spoken voice follows up, warm but with caution, as if there is someone, or something, I instinctively know I should not wake - if I hadn't already. "What happened here?" Why does Nerine feel empty and dark and disconsolate?
@[The Monsters] Can you mess around with her Wind Exhalation?