AuroraElis
AuroraElis
She arrives at Jack's side and it doesn't take long for him to lay all his fears bare. They are the same ones she toils over mentally now. Her dished face hangs low in sadness, the anger having washed away as Jack nuzzles her.
When Phoebus joins them they devise a plan to continue on towards Pangea and investigate further.
Jack recommends to find a place to reconvene in case they should get separated. She nods in agreement then looks to Phoebus. He is quick to find a distinct landmark, remnants of a time when the dead kingdom supported life.
Darkness envelops them soon enough. She comes to a stand near the dogwood, looking out across the pitch black, straining to see any sign of the twins. They wouldn't be hard to miss in the dark, not with their orange glow. “We should continue searching now while it's dark. With their bright flames they will be hard to miss,” she is unaware that Vic no longer carries the bright orange glow he once had. And it's not like she'll be able to sleep tonight anyhow.
She is about to head deeper into the lands when a noise, one of fast paced hoofbeats, can be heard from where they had come from. Anxiety rises within her, a quickening of her heart beat as she thinks of just what kind of monster was lurking in the shadows. “Shhh… What's that?” She freezes to listen, caramel ears swiveling anxiously on top her head.
The sound of hoofbeats stop abruptly. There is no hint of orange or red glow, a tell tale sign of the twins or Zain being the culprit of the noise. She turns to look at Phoebus, then Jack, a deafening silence filling the atmosphere around them.
Then out of nowhere a familiar figure looks and a voice speaks out. Vic's masked face lights an eerie orange from the reflected glow of Phoebus armor.
Mother? Jack? Is that you?
Her heart sinks back into her chest in the best way possible. Relief washing over her like a summer rain after a long drought. Tears begin trailing down her cheeks as she rushes to him, embracing him tightly to her breast. He felt bigger, stronger, than before. No longer the gangly foal that had nearly died at birth.
After several minutes she pulls away, backing up a step or two to look him over. "What happened to your flames? To your glow? Are you alright? Did he do this to you?" There are a million questions she wants to ask but ensuring he is ok was all she can think of at the moment.
Not all that glitters is gold