Without another word they are off. The red Arab mares hoof steps are light, but without my sight the other senses have heightened. I can hear the softest of steps, I can smell the faintest odors, taste the musky humid air of the riverbed they wind along.
It isn't long before the terrain changes from soft underfoot to harden stone that my vision opens up again. This time I am almost convinced it is real when the fire armored stallion comes into view. But then others appear, my mother a soft grey with lavender points, and a lavender cream spotted Pegasus Kwartz. I consider pushing past but my mother shouts something into the air in protest.
I stop and watch, listen, as another is hidden within the forest cover. Phoebus and Kwartz talk to her softly and then the scene ends. Did he not know when we met in the Meadow that he knew my mother?
Shaking the thoughts from my mind I again push forwards. The past no longer mattered, only the future. And I needed to fix the future!
With the fish cat on my back, we wind a few more bends around rocky mounds before finally coming to the Mountain base. The magic of the entity begins to whittle away the white wall room that had plagued me since leaving. Bringing now the form of the red mare that had brought me here. "Red?" I say in skepticism, untrusting that I was truly seeing what was before me. My head turns to view Fifi on my back, "Fish cat! I can see! Thank the Gods I can see again!"
Looking up at the path ahead my eyes narrow and without another word I step upon the well worth trail that curled up the mountainside...
