everyone I know goes away in the end, Skellig or anyone

[Ryatah]

“What have I become, my sweetest friend?
Everyone I know goes away in the end."

It was not as violent and sudden as the Catastrophe, when storms and fires and earthquakes ravished the lands — the seas churning so violently that they spit her back out, freshly alive and covered in seaweed and barnacles. And it was not as noticeable as when the old kingdoms were reduced to ash and dust, with new lands rising in their wake, and all but the barest forms of magic were  sucked back into the Mountain. 

But it was a change she felt nonetheless, a change she felt in her bones, that she could smell on the air, plain as rain. It has been years since she last saw anything; over a hundred years since Carnage ripped her eyes from their sockets. When the image — full color, as though she had finally been able to open to her non-existent eyes just one more time — of an unknown stallion had entered her mind, along with the magic stallion’s all too familiar voice, she knew something was going to happen. And if Carnage was involved, she knew, better than most, that they would be powerless to stop it, until he grew bored of his playthings, as he often did. But waiting for that moment to come could take years. 

They said that Tephra was safe, and even though she doesn’t fear for herself, she worried for her and Skellig’s unborn child. She still wasn’t sure what had been released on Beqanna, and she didn’t know that her own son had been there and been apart of it. But if there were safelands, she would take advantage of them, without waiting to find out what they were facing. Many years ago she likely would have found herself in the thick of managing this change, but all she cared about right now was keeping the life that grew within her safe. 

They enter, side by side, her overly large barrel brushing against his emerald green one as they walk. It is noticeably warmer here, and to her it is a pleasant change from the frosty cold the rest of the land was blanketed in. She has never been in any of the new lands, having mainly stuck to her familiar Meadow, and she is not sure what she would compare this one to, if such a comparison could even be made. The faint smell of sulfur drifted on the breeze from the volcano in the distance, and she reaches over to touch her nose to Skellig’s neck. ”It’s suppose to be safe here.” Her lips trace the curve of his jaw, a soft frown creasing her forehead as she adds with a hint of worry,”I just hope they aren’t wrong.”

RYATAH

you could have it all, my empire of dirt

@[Skellig]

Anyone else is welcome to approach them too!