Engine of Change

AURELIA As Aurelia's hooves cease moving and she is firmly planted in one spot, it doesn't take long for something to approach. Aurelia, though watchful of her surroundings, truthfully never noticed this something until it literally screams at her. The sharp sound of a youthful 'hey!' interjects her thoughts. The single word is brash and misplaced in an otherwise (mostly) quiet, ominous environment. Inhaling and then exhaling deeply, perhaps out of annoyance or perhaps out of relief of having company (it is uncertain), Aurelia turns her cranium towards the sound. The it is a filly. Hm. From the filly's lips falls a question. It is vague, mysterious, and alarming. She probes if 'it' has happened yet. In immediate response to the inquiry, Aurelia's features harden in a bitter expression of confusion and annoyance. "What?" She snaps back at the child. On top of her skull, her ears flick backward so they are not pinned, but certainly not forward and friendly. "Has what happened?" The aggression of her tone has diminished slightly as she rephrases her question to the child, reminding herself that angrily demanding answers will get her nowhere. Still, the vagueness of the filly's inquisition has set her on edge. Does something occur to all who enter this place? By the filly's expression, whatever transpires is not pleasant. Aurelia's mal temper stems from her appetite for knowledge. The gears within her mind are grinding together, desperately searching for an answer, while simultaneously imagining ways to get the fuck out of this place. Aurelia would gladly take a life of solitary wandering than stay here for even a breath longer. As the moments pass, Aurelia's temper begins to subside. Her ochroid eyes leave the filly and begin searching the scenery around them. There has to be a way out. The last thing Aurelia wants to have to deal with is the looming threat of some ritual that happens to all who enter. The portal she arrived from had dissipated, but surely another one would open for the next horse that is unfortunate enough to get vomited out here. After seconds of frantically looking around, Aurelia's gaze (well, more like stare now) settles back on the horse in front of her. "You," she says quietly, her eyes narrowing as if studying the tawny being closely. "How did you get here?" The look of curiosity in her eyes is overbearing as her eyes drop to the filly's body than appendages before settling back on her face to make eye contact once more. Did everyone come through a portal or was that only Aurelia's case? The only way to find the way out, is to find the way in. chaos is only understood when it is loved by the wild, not the weak

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yes i'm so excited to be writing her again! it's been a while, little bit rusty :P