Our Tangled Roots; Rhaegor

[Warlight]

Warlight

 
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Warlight wakes with a start in a land very different from the one she fell asleep in. It only takes a second for her to understand what has happened, she still struggled to control her gift, and relief washes over her. She hadn't teleported since she caught the plague, and she was beginning to wonder if she had lost her touch. She takes a deep breath of Tephra's thick, humid air and a sputtering cough erupts from low in her chest. Looking down between her knees she observes the spattering of blood across the grass with mild interest. There wasn't as much, she notes, and it wasn't as clumpy and terrifying as it had been. 

Or maybe she was just getting used to it. 

But her head lifts after a moment and sleepily she trails a lava stream with her blue-black eyes. The dream she had been having comes back to her in pieces, it isn't very clear, but she knows that she had been dreaming of Rhae, and she smiles.

Will is tired, breathing out of her mouth, and missing a little bit of hair around her muzzle and flanks, but overall feeling healthier than the dead-girl-walking she had been in the first two weeks following her night in Pangea. But she doesn't stand. She knew little of Tephra and it's geography. Her few visits had rarely lasted more than an hour. But it would be easy enough to find the buckskin colt once dawn broke. 

Apparently, her subconscious had been missing her little brother more than she wanted to admit to herself and she wouldn't leave before seeing him.  

— soul as sweet as blood red jam —

@[Rhaegor] <333