world gone mad

Aurelia She hears a reply from within the trees, furthering her idea that there is a horse around here. The being doesn't appear immediately, but instead is nowhere to be seen for a proper amount of time. Aurelia's ears swivel forwards, listening for sounds that indicate the approach of another. She cranks her skull to the left and then to the right, curiosly watching to see who will join her. Aurelia, by any means, is far from inconspicuous. She carries around the lingering smell of smoke, no matter how clean she is. Her coat is extremely bright, reflecting light off of her golden dapples. That, coupled with the literal sparkling of her body (thanks to her locket) and humongous ivory wings, she can easily be spotted, especially in the sun's rays on the shore. Surely her company would have no issue locating her. The lingering silence was broken as a familiar face emerges from the foliage, accompanied by a simple nicker and the shuffle of leaves. She smiles softly in greeting before searching for clarification that Aurelia's name is, in fact, Aurelia's name. Then she says, what a pleasant surprise. Aurelia smiles kindly but wonders inwardly what made seeing her a pleasant surprise and why Kiada had been the first horse to ever use those words in the same breath when speaking of her. Before Aurelia can respond, Kiada eyes her glowing orb and asks a rather straightforward question. "I believe the quest has an end." Her voice is soft and floaty as she replies to Kiada, clarifying her beliefs. "I'm not searching for anything specifically. I do not believe we will reach an end if we search in specifics." Aurelia assumed, from Kiada's gesture to her orb, that they were conversing about healing the Rift, but she wasn't exactly sure so she didn't say anything too precise. Quickly, she shakes her body back and forth, water droplets are flung from her body and wings as she does so. Her mane is tossed around wildly, the crystal beads tied into it pulsing excitedly. Now that she is somewhat drier and more comfortable, her hair tussled and tangled, her eyes refocus on Kiada. "What do you think about it?" She inquired, returning Kiada's question back at her. oh, tell me, what's the matter?

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