i'm struggling to breathe in the dark ; kida

[eskil]

It is as though the world has been turned inside out. One moment it is winter and the world is covered in a pearly white layer of snow and the next it is spring. Time has stretched, the world has warmed, and the landscape has been changed in it's entirety. Kingdoms are drawn up and taken away, the magic is swept into the mountains and within moments they are all there, standing on the rise of earth at the middle of their homeland, staring down into what is now entirely unknown. Slowly he looks to his left, noticing the pitch black mare he had so peacefully walked next to in the winter wonderland and with a soft sigh he steps towards her. "Do you know what has happened exactly?" He is too calm it seems, yet he has never been the type to allow his emotions to show. He had always been good at suppressing his nerves and anxiety so that the world around him would be unknown to them. 

He doesn't know how she'll react when she realizes it's all gone, that it's all been changed by Beqanna herself. He doesn't have the unusual panic that most will have when they realize what had been gifted was now to be stripped away. For a moment he stands next to her, glancing around at quietly shifting bodies in the dark of the trees shade, "Are you okay? Or is an event like this normal?" He hadn't been here long enough to know, yet he had been here long enough to see that this world was much different then his own and had held much more powerful magic unlike that of which he had ever seen. For all he knew, this was a common occurrence every few years and it was nothing to worry about.

Yet how wrong he was and one day he would soon learn, maybe even now.

@[Kida] <3 sorry for the wait! Decided to start a new thread with them to incorporate the changes into it. hope that is alright!

[Kida]

In the blink of an eye - Kida only has one! - the world is vastly different.
Winter is Spring.
Snow becomes green growing grass that tickles the soft underside of her belly (she is a bit on the short side).

The buckskin stallion is still there, from amidst the snow and the stars. He is the only constant that she focuses her single cinnamon eye upon. Her head slants to the side just a little, to better see him in her foreshortened sight (the left side of her face is smooth and velvety, the fur grown over the eye socket like moss mourning the eye that never was) as he asks her if she knows what has happened. Kida has no clue, not exactly but she is a daughter of a former king and a former queen and her blood is deep with magic, royalty, and all the things they’ve always taken for granted. Is it any wonder that the very heart of this place became so angered at them?

She too, sighs.
“No, not exactly.” Is all that she manages to tell him because to be frank, she has no idea why the world shifted so sudden as to be violent and different all at the same time. She thinks that maybe it ought to have upset her but like him, she is calm, too calm.

His concern for her safety surprises her, registers even, as shock upon her usually blank face. Why did he care? They are only strangers who’ve met in the night on the shores of a lake that seems to have disappeared into the meadow proper and the trees that shift around the bodies of nearby horses, or maybe that is the mists playing tricks on her lone eye. Still, it could be considered touching and she almost offered her nose to him like in the old days, when horses were still just horses and did things like that.

“I don’t believe this is a normal occurrence per say…” she falters, for how is she to know what is normal now and not? “At least, nothing like this has ever happened in quite a long time.” Kida is musing aloud more to herself now than to him, but she is still highly aware of him by her side. He gleams, golden like sun-touched wheat, beside the blackness of her own skin.