» every broken promise

I O N A Iona had been less than social since her arrival to the Rift.  Shocking, considering the nearly 11 year old mare was in a body that more closely resembled a yearling at the present moment.  She was, blessedly, re-aging at a much more advanced pace than she had the first go-round but she was still less than thrilled about her current state of affairs.  She’d spent more than a few days lurking around the Rift wearing the cloak that rendered her invisible, lest she run into someone she know and have to explain this. However, after some well-deserved self pity, Iona had shed her disguise and was once again unafraid to be social. That and she’d heard that Kaos hadn’t been quiet since they’d come. Iona would be damned before she let that bastard continue lurking around this place without knowing what’s going on.  She may not have entire kingdom to watch over here, but she had an ever expanding family to keep tabs on.  To keep safe.   The biggest obstacle she had right now was her wings.  She’d not yet regained her ability to fly which was doubly contributing to her foul mood.  She’d left most of her armor back in the familiar forests of Solanis but kept her protective headpiece with her. Just in case. She wasn’t going to leave her mind unprotected in a place like this.  The yearling-Iona made her way into the gathering without preamble.  She narrowed her eyes at the form of Kaos below, watching as he busied himself with something.   “Anyone know what the fuck he’s doing?” she asked no one in particular as she turned away from Kaos and towards the gathered Helovians and company. image credit