Though she would have gladly stayed on the mountain, instinct told her no. The air there was no meant to sustain; only to whet the appetite. Even before the close of their conversation, she had felt light headed and thick tongued. The others had to be feeling the same. Much like the Garden of Eden's forbidden fruit, the mountain was to be admired but it was not meant to taste from. Tasting from the tree had gotten them here to begin with.
With heavy heart and mind, she followed the two stallions. Despite being father and son, until now they had shared little more than common blood. Now they shared a responsibility, a burden has heavy as the world. Discord often brought an odd sense of peace, and that seemed to be the case. Despite all of their misfortune, seeing them shoulder to shoulder made her smile the smallest of smiles. It was something, and hopefully a promise for their future.
As they crossed the invisible barrier, Topsail felt the fist close around her throat and the voices washed from her mind. She no longer felt the tingle she had come to associate with Eights magic. She sighed, which was nothing more than a small wish of air, but there was no turning back. Eight had set them on track and Topsail felt certain he knew where he was taking them. They walked through herds of anxious horses, and though she saw familiar faces they weren't the ones she sought. Finally, she saw them. Somewhat dissheveled and all wearing confused looks, but they were the Valley. As Eight spoke she nodded along, feeling useless and even a bit helpless. She gave them all a sympathetic look, before slipping quietly up between Eight and their son. Hopefully, her silence was enough
With heavy heart and mind, she followed the two stallions. Despite being father and son, until now they had shared little more than common blood. Now they shared a responsibility, a burden has heavy as the world. Discord often brought an odd sense of peace, and that seemed to be the case. Despite all of their misfortune, seeing them shoulder to shoulder made her smile the smallest of smiles. It was something, and hopefully a promise for their future.
As they crossed the invisible barrier, Topsail felt the fist close around her throat and the voices washed from her mind. She no longer felt the tingle she had come to associate with Eights magic. She sighed, which was nothing more than a small wish of air, but there was no turning back. Eight had set them on track and Topsail felt certain he knew where he was taking them. They walked through herds of anxious horses, and though she saw familiar faces they weren't the ones she sought. Finally, she saw them. Somewhat dissheveled and all wearing confused looks, but they were the Valley. As Eight spoke she nodded along, feeling useless and even a bit helpless. She gave them all a sympathetic look, before slipping quietly up between Eight and their son. Hopefully, her silence was enough