01-11-2021, 02:36 PM
Tornados from a butterfly's wing
Where were they? Trying to get home, to their children, to the safety of the redwoods, the pair now stumbled through the darkness. The gentle golden glow that Yan emitted was a solace, but it didn't illuminate very much at all. Not enough to navigate by. Not enough to know if they were on the track they'd followed to get to the Mountain in the first place.
It was a struggle for Ama to not project Panic in every direction. If she'd been utterly alone, she'd have lost that struggle very early on. As it was, it was only by walking so close by the chestnut stallion that she could feel the heat radiating off of him that she managed to keep herself in check.
"I think we're going the wrong way," she spoke at last, voicing the worry that had settled in her mind some minutes ago. There were trees, too many trees that they had to keep turning to avoid. But they were not the large redwoods of Taiga. Mere saplings by comparison, but still obstacles between the pair and a true path.
Her wings kept catching on low hanging branches, and she cursed them for the thousandth time. If they suddenly started to shine brightly enough to see by, only then would she consider forgiving their existence. Until then... She came to a halt, face set in grim lines that could be felt more than seen. "Yan, stop please," she called out, unsure if he'd realize she was no longer at his side without the verbal cue. "We need a plan." Anything that would get her back to the twins, the sooner the better.