What happens is a prickling sensation in the back of her mind: a quiet stirring of something akin to synesthesia as the chill and anxiety sweeps across her and forces Briella to acknowledge the odd suspicion that she was being watched. Bold as ever and calm as she was the jewel-girl turns on hooves of stone and earth and looks back to the blue-grey and stony black of Heartfire… looks to her eyes and finds the same face she had known years ago. Time has touched her, undoubtedly, but even then it’s minimal and strange; but Briella is more used to the nature of timeless things… out of place and out of years, she only consistent in how much she changes.
No matter, she watches Heartfire with her pale gemstone blue eyes widening and the facet like refractions of light shone momentarily as she blinked and studied Within the pale white strands of ice laying along her neck, droplets of water clinging to her skin and slide along the curves of her neck- the same sun pouring between and creating rainbow like strands in the air. “I got lost again,” she remarks softly- peering at the older woman and quietly sauntering towards her with a slow pace, leisure rather than hurry. To her credit though she exhales, and when she speaks up there is something new in her voice: a sheepishness never expressed.
“I fell asleep and when I woke up, everyone was gone. So I kept walking through the caves and the darkness…” blinking and considering the madness of it Briella stops near Heartfire, near the very person she trusts- the only person left of the Family she knew. Sturdily built for her heritage, she still seemed perhaps a tad shorter: knees still wobbly and not truly grown… childlike in her mannerisms and movements; but all it carried with a solemn kind of motion- poise and grace. With some excitement she reaches the velveteen soft nose out if only to sniff and bump against Heartfire’s shoulder and even ruffle the mane as it was.
In such a same sheepishness as before Briella speaks, and finds herself girlishly flattening her ears back not in anger but embarrassment and her head shrank down as she took on something of a scolded look or even one of hesitation. “I’m sorry I vanished, I tried to come back but it was really dark and strange. I think I found Pell but… it might’ve just been an illusion.” though she frets and fidgets, she is slow to acknowledge something: to realize the changes in herself and her shadow… the new coat coloration and touches of magic blossomed well across her.
“I stopped coughing!” she paused, blinking as she realized something for the first time- she was no longer sick.
@[Heartfire]