Desolation comes upon the sky // Vi+Reshi

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

Although her daughter stumbled, Scorch was there to catch her, feeling her heart tear in response to how mangled Vi was as she crawled out of the ocean. But despite the sickness she felt at the hand of her daughter's suffering, so too did she feel relief at the simple fact of her life. Vi lived - as she always did upon the resurfacing of one of her children, Scorch said silent prayers of thanks to the gods, over and over and over again.

Mother... The blind mare's words made Scorch's heart stop; and the ones that followed did little to help. Where is my Reshi?

She pressed her nose to Vi's jaw, lifting her head and murmuring the answer. Although she could not see her eyes light up, she felt some of her daughter's life return to her sodden body. "It's not far to the center of the kingdom," came her murmured words. "Come; I'll support you."

The going was slow, but Scorch was patient; she couldn't expect her newly blind daughter to instantly learn the ground of a land she'd never been to, and so, she didn't. Instead, she supported the blue mare and talked her through difficult obstacles, pausing whenever a breath was needed, and coaxing her when she seemed to lose hope. But before the sun had set, they found themselves in a warm and friendly thicket, soft grass underhoof and a canopy overhead to prevent the wind from getting to them.

"We're here," She said. "You can lie down if you need; I'll call for her now." And, with her muzzle lifted, she quietly did; hoping that her elusive granddaughter would show up, if not for her, then at least for her mother.

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

@[Reshi] @[Vi] figured I'd move it over here to make sense for Reshi to find them!

[Vi]

The land had changed. She could feel it with every struggled fall of her hoof upon the path. Her mother kept close to her, offering herself as a guide through the unfamiliar terrain. Their journey was slow. Vi hadn’t realized the extent of her weakness when she’d first determined to follow Scorch off the beach, but as they pressed onward her body betrayed her. Although she could not see her reflection, she felt the sharp edges of her bone as her thin skin wrapped around her malnourished frame. Her coat felt patchy and her mane matted. Every night as they rested, Vi had leaned up against the strength of her mother as she tenderly groomed away the evidence of her turbulent past. In silence they would lay, relishing in the comfort of the other’s companionship. It was a labor of love and, very slowly, Vi was beginning to feel like the young mare she’d been before the world had lost its color.

At night she’d dream about the little foal she’d left behind. Bright eyed and abundantly beautiful her heart longed to feel Reshi’s touch once more, but the dream quickly turned to ash her mouth as reality met her each morning. Reshi would be a filly no more. No doubt she would be a grown mare – stronger having grown up without the care of a mother.

A pang of panic coursed through her as Scorch bade her weakened daughter to lie down. Hesitantly she obeyed, feeling the give of rough sea grass beneath her. For a moment she found herself repulsed by the unfamiliarity that surrounded her. “Mother,” She called out, the taste of the name oddly unfamiliar upon her tongue. “Are we not in the Jungle?”

The place of her childhood held many fond memories and she’d hoped to see it once more. There was no way she could have anticipated the change Beqanna had seen in her absence. She waits patiently as her daughter’s name is delivered upon the wind and she smiles to remember the day she and Astray had chosen it. Such love had surrounded the moment they’d first beheld the roan filly. Once again, her heart clenches as the anticipation threatens to strangle her.

VI

let the lights lead you home

@[Scorch] @[Reshi]