Tornados from a butterfly's wing
She was drowning in emotions.
Love. Rage. Fear. Relief. Exhaustion. Elation. Everything vied for her awareness at once, and she couldn't untangle her own feelings from those of the horses around her. It was all a jumble. Too much for her to process.
Reynard was here, he was safe, and Cheri was not far behind him. That was all she needed to know. It was one small, logical point in her brain that let the rest of her fall apart now. They were safe, they were home, and now-
"I have to- I need to go." She said, forcing the words past the tears constricting her throat. Everything felt fuzzy around the edges, surreal and distant while she tried to maneuver out of the crush of bodies. Her skin crawled where Borderline had been touching her, the sensation of too much weight crushing down on that one spot, that she couldn't seem to shake free of.
Stumbling through the dark, her breath came in panicked gasps, harsh and fast. Too much, too much, it was all too much and she couldn't handle it. Couldn't escape it either, not with all those feelings ricocheting through her mind. All she wanted was to be numb enough to sleep, and couldn't begin to guess where to find that kind of peace. If she was throwing off bolts of her own Panic, she was sorry for it, but there was nothing to be done. All she could do was keep stumble-trotting away and hoping she got far enough to lessen the weight of it all or passed out from sheer overwhelm. Either would be acceptable at this point.
Rey pressed into his sire's barrel, flattened by the tidal wave of negative energy his mother had shed as she'd left them all behind. It was astounding and more terrifying than anything else he'd felt since their adventure had begun. It was, he worried, all his fault.
...Amarine
@[Yanhua]