smoke and mirrors

So far, the Rift (though Amaris knew not that was this realm's name) was proving interesting.

The dragonmare had barely stayed still for long since her arrival here. She couldn't, for if she allowed herself to remain stationary for too long, she would being to think, to remember, to feel again. And if she did that.. she didn't know if she would ever be able to get up again.

Sometimes she flew, sometimes she walked. She was never in a hurry, any motion was enough to busy her mind, for every motion brought her to a new land, a new place, a new experience to focus on.

And yet… she didn't want to walk away from her past. She wanted to cling to it, to remember it always, to honour it. Was she not honouring it if she did all she could to keep on living, even if that meant aimless wandering, meandering, exploring across these lands they had been thrust into by the very force that had ripped apart their homeland?

It was happening again, the thoughts of her home, of Helovia. Amaris shook her head sharply, dislodging the dragon whose neck was draped up along her own, whose body stretched out over her withers and back. Dramyrth extended his wings and with an easy flap, took flight.

It was a seemingly rare moment where the rain did not fall in heavy, thundering droplets from the sky, but instead drizzled here and there, present but not overwhelmingly so. Amaris tested the air with her pinkish nostrils, frowning slightly as she detected the change in the atmosphere, the taint of the chemicals. She was about to decide to turn away, for she knew of poisons that existed on the very air one breathed - but then…

She didn't care. She was caught on that first breath, intoxicated, euphoric.

A smile touched her lips, one of the first to curve them since she had arrived here. Dramyrth crooned a pleasant song, as he too was affected, and she found herself laughing, kicking up her heels and engaging in a dancing race against no-one, her body moving across the entrance to the strange cave system that had so entrapped her mind and body in its intoxicating, unavoidable grasp.

ooc: open for anyone - Amaris is a little bit high~

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