so i had done wrong but you put me right
my judgement burned in the black of night
She is a mess.
Areane knows this without having to see her reflection. The glittering pegasus knows that she is a disaster; one only needs to look at her. Her dark mane laid knotted and tangled, wrapped in thick masses, against her slender neck. She had never cared much for her looks, but now she despaired at the thought of anyone noticing her while the storm was still so fresh in her mind and on her skin.
Half of Beqanna probably heard the way she crashed through the trees, dispersing a rather loud murder of crows. She had plummeted most of the way down, and even when her wings had caught her, Areane had only managed to fly in an erratic, zig-zagging motion. She had surrendered in exhaustion to the wind and left herself at the mercy of it, trusting that it eventually would carry her to the ground.
It had. But she ached. Every bone in her body felt heavy and moving felt as if she was climbing a mountain with each step she took. Rest is what she needed, but determined to get away as far away from the Mountain as she could, Areane continued to move her exhausted body. A layer of new-fallen snow softened her steps, but the cold burned her lungs. Tephra would be warm, she reminded herself.
So long as it had not succumbed to any of the strange events that had taken place across Beqanna.
The thought made her pause, and finally relenting to her increasing exhaustion, the winged woman leaned her weight against a silver birch.