[open] She's mad but she's magic [All Welcome!]

[avocet]

Onward, noble steed.

Avocet snorted.

The creature that rode upon his back was nearly hidden from view, thanks to his stocky neck and thick mane. The bay stallion plodded along a trail that took him from the Common Lands towards Nerine, where rumor had found Avocet when Popinjay had not. He knows that something is wrong in their world. The dark has become continuous, extending on and on and on.

Somebody has broken the sun and if Manny was right (which he can never remember when she has ever been wrong), the blame laid with their dam. It would be like @[Popinjay] - a mother who had cared little for her children and more for her mischief - to anger the gods somehow. What had she stolen this time? Had she found a way to spearhead her lightning power and aim it towards Carnage? Had she zapped the Dark God?

No matter how his thoughts run, Avocet does not, mindful of the frog. It had taken them some time to come together but Huglava had been won over once Avo had mentioned a quest (all tadpoles are reared on noble tales of vanquishes and ventures). He was to find their Dark God, Avocet explained, and return what he had taken from his sister.

It was about honor (or something of it).

So the frog and the colt traveled from Tephra to the Common Lands and from there, to Nerine. He has forbidden the amphibian to make any sound because of the things that linger on the fringes of his vision. Things are lurking - clicking and calling through the never-ending night. His ears constantly prick forward and back, alert and listening as he tries to stay on the well-worn path they amble on. He tries and despite a close encounter with a shadow that just watches without eyes, they are left alone.

Imagine his delight when he sees the light.
Imagine his relief when he sees the banishing flame that will force the demons to retreat.

Imagine his distress when he sees who flickers on the other side of the bonfire.

"Mother," he says, wishing that this voice sounded deeper and steadier, as he stops. The fire crackles as the sap from young trees burn. From behind him, a frog croaks.

@[The Monsters] lets see what happens with his Hippogriff Mimicry