09-02-2016, 01:08 PM
all that we have amassed sits before us, shattered into ash
She had noticed a change at first light, when she had awoken and the Valley, where she had bedded down for the night, was gone. Instead she was woken up by the harsh light of the Meadow as her child kicked away merrily at her sides, and she groaned as she clambered to her hooves. How had she gotten here? She is sure that she had fallen asleep in the Valley, and she has never been prone to sleepwalking before. With a jolt, she realizes that she has no idea how to return home. It doesn’t make sense—perhaps it is just the pregnancy hormones—but she has no clue where the Valley is in relation to the Meadow. Has Beqanna changed overnight?
That is when the panic begins to set in. She is alone here, though there are plenty of other horses nearby. It is as if half the population of Beqanna has been dropped here overnight, and she is uncomfortable being surrounded by so many heavily pregnant mares, rowdy stallions, and half-grown youngsters. She begins to press through them, desperately searching for someone she knows. Where is Flamevein? Eight? Topsail? Surely if everyone else is here, they must be here too. She needs to find someone she knows. Surely they must know what is going on.
It is only then that she realizes that her flames have died in her throat, and she stops dead in her tracks, jaw working in confusion. The fire is… gone? The flames that she had hated for so long, and only recently learned to love… they’re gone. Once the realization hits, she wants to cry, even surrounded by strangers as she is right now.
Where is everyone?
Where is the Valley?
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