As they put distance between them and their father, he begins to quicken his pace.  His masked face is held higher now, the light in his eyes glowing a bit brighter than before.  You could say the experience has begun to change him.

Escence trails behind, moving at a resisting speed.  Her head hangs low in thought.  No limp faulters her steps, thanks to her brother.  Everything had happened so fast, even though the waiting for her brother to come back to them seemed to last forever.  I could have killed him, she thinks.

Seeing he has surged a distance in front of his sibling, he slows allowing her to catch up.  The usual pep his fiery sister had was gone.  He wonders if it is remorse or stubbornness, maybe a combo of both, that cause this foreign demeanor.  

As he settles at a pace alongside her, he nudges her gently.  "What's wrong?"  He asks though he had an idea.  Her red eyes look to him briefly before she answers, I thought you were going to die Vic...  I don't know what I would have done.  She thinks of how scared she was as he laid motionless.  I'm just glad father was their otherwise I don't know what I would have done, she adds, not knowing her brothers distaste for their father nor the reason why.

His expression, which is soft at first, hardens as she speaks of their sire.  "You shouldn't trust him Escence.  He's not who you think he is," his tone is slightly irritated.  Memories of the day in the orchard surface.  Jack and his fun being spoiled by the undead thing spewing poison into their world.

She is about to interject when they hear a rustling of the trees.  They both stop, eyes surveying the area.  He stands protectively in front of his sister, ready for whatever was to come.  The pulsing orange aura begins to return and slowly cloaks them.

When it is the familiar winged stallion that appears his guard drops slowly.  The orange glow that had encircled them is drawn back into himself.  He looks to his sister, whose eyes have dropped to the ground below, before replying, “We couldn't sleep, so we went for a walk”.  It was a half truth.  Even though he didn't like lying, he supposed they endured enough trauma for one evening…

He watches with lit eyes as Amen struggles with the flames erupting from his mouth.  With the current situation they are in he doesn't inquire any further.

They settle into a steady pace behind their escort.  His sisters' warming flames flicker once more and he welcomes the chased chill of the early morning.

When the rain begins he nudges his sister and tosses his glowing mane playfully, trying to lift her spirits somewhat.  She gives into his antics and takes off for the shelter at a canter, a sizzling trail of flames left in her wake.