the Rift

Ivezho had no idea what was going on.

He wandered, as many of them seemed to be doing, relatively aimless, mostly keeping to himself, though he wouldn't deny the feelings on concern he held for a certain little crème hued mare.

But even though he cared, he was also consumed with a sense of helplessness, hopelessness, of uncertainty that simply meant he couldn't bring himself to care, to worry overly much about anything outside of the range of himself and his companion.

Zhoroakah, his bondmate, his soulmate, the little eagle hatching, who was more of a fledgling now, who knew nothing of the world she was actually born into and everything of this world, and Ivezho. He loved her, he knew, only differently to the way he loved mares in those fleeting, passionate ways. He loved her in a way that was far deeper, far more permanent, more real - and he knew that without her, he would have been so hopelessly at a loss in this new world that he would have succumbed to the urges to fall from a great height and not open his wings to catch him the moment he watched the gods of his homeland be consumed by the 'god' of this land.

So he wandered, not knowing what he was seeking but unable to pause and give himself time to think about it anyway. Zhora hopped along, occasionally riding atop his withers or rump, other times gliding before landing on nearby foliage to rummage for something suitable to eat. She coped far better with this new world than he, for she had been barely out of her shell when Ivezho had carried her through to here with him.

The stallion didn't know that their bond was 'silent', he didn't know that he was meant to feel more of her than he did, but he did grow concerned when she seemed to fatigue faster than a normal bird, when she roosted and slept as if every minute she was conscious meant she needed to spend two more recovering.

It was one of those brief times where she wasn't exhausted, where she could whistle and quirk curious noises at him, could question and explore the realm just as he did. She helped him keep a steady mind throughout all of this - even if he denied the existence of everything else in order to keep on barely functioning in this way.

He hadn't wandered far from where he had landed in the 'portal', mostly because the trees offered a safe place for Zhora to roost in the sometimes torrential rains - though the neon lights that danced and glowed through the trees were unnerving at times, they had seemingly dodged anything life-threatening (so far).

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