It was if one of the gods themselves had appeared before her and she whinnied upon the sight of Siasus’s approach. She closed the distance between them, her face shoved into his as if catching herself with him – he was instantly her rock, the foundation on which she could stand now and she felt her heart grow lighter. At last, she wasn’t alone and as fate would have it, a kind stallion had come to her side. She breathed in deeply his scent and all that it told her of his strength and vitality, and she was indeed comforted.
"W-what is this place?" She asks him, momentarily letting her gaze stray from his and travel the ruins, "where am I?"
Spyglass turns her attention back to him. She searches his face for answers. He seemed confident, unbothered by the bleak environment and she considers perhaps this is his territory, although a strange one to claim as home.
"I'm sorry Siasus," she nearly cries again, "my name is Spyglass, of Heaven's Gates, and I'm..."
Her eyes close, her vision filled with scenes of her former home, long since lost to antiquity. It comes in bits and pieces, but mostly she remembers her love for her home, gentle faces and voices near and dear to her.
"I'm terribly lost."
Her head and neck fall, sliding now against his and she weeps into his shoulder. She is a small, frail creature completely at his mercy.
SPYGLASS
I saw the world I had walked since my birth and I understood how fragile it was, that the reality I knew was a thin layer of icing on a great dark birthday cake writhing with grubs and nightmares and hunger.