[private] i do not want to move mountains

[Herrin]

------H E R R I N in short:-------------------------------------------------- all good things are wild and free A night spent darting between the stars had left Herrin exhausted come dawn. Curled in the dark hollows of a lightning struck elm, the spotted bat is startled from a deep sleep by the rumbling in the earth. He flies upward, small wings beating rapidly, rising into the bright sky. He feels vulnerable at this size and so flies higher, hardly aware of the shifting of the earth below. When he’s above the red canopy, Herrin shifts into a horse with a pair of bat wings rather than a pipistrelle colored like a cheetah. Taking a deep breath, the stallion looks down at the fiery canopy of his home. The forest moves, quivering beneath him like a terrified creature, and Herrin feels his own heart clench as the bewilderment and vulnerability meld with confusion and worry as he watches it fall into the sea. He crosses water that had once been Loess, and lands at the edge of the forest. The salt air is warm in his dark mane, and the long-legged stallion stalks up and down the uneven edges of the new sea. He listens to the summer wind as it dances through the leaves overhead, his dark eyes searching for...something. He is not sure what. A reason for this change? A cause? A cure? He looks up at glowing Lillibet with a dazed sort of expression, and wonders if perhaps she is somehow involved in this, or at least might know why it has happened. Herrin has felt quakes before, but never anything of that magnitude. Certainly never something with this large of a result. ”What’s going on? Why is everything gone? And the earthquake?” @Lillibet