[open quest] Part Three: The Divergence

[Viszla]

Myrna suffocate the fire  i started-------------------- right when it kindles The thrum of the sprites is nearly tangible, increasing as the company around her makes further inquiries of them. Myrna watches the faces of those that speak up, her pale ears flicking beneath the tangle of her flaxen hair. The flowers are long gone, abandoned with her entrance into the portal. This encounter, this experience - it requires all of her attention. She spares no thought to her appearance as she looks from the golden dragon to the bejeweled ruby mare who asks, her mind spinning with the implications of each answer the sprites give them. This place, these Ruins, had been a place like Beqanna. Home to horses who walked the earth - not to equine creatures who nested in clouds or to marine things of the deep. This is what Beqanna will be if they do not succeed. MYrna imagines the tall peaks of Hyaline, drowned below the northern sea, but she cannot think of them long for soon the scene around them changes to help answer ever more questions. “We saw what happened. It was that thing up there -” She gestures with her nose to the sky, where the Giant Roc circles far overhead. “A rock hit the boy and then the girl jumped in the water. I don’t think she could swim?” Myrna’s blue eyes look to the others with her. They could corroborate her story, she realizes, but what good is an explanation from total strangers who stand in a suspiciously large crowd at the scene of a gruesome tragedy.