He continued to move through the abandoned streets of the ruins. Like a lone sentry, left to watch a fallen city until he too turned to dust. He took care to stay on the wider fairways, allowed room for his wings, should he need them. He could not see through every window or around every turn. Despite the desolate appearance of the ruins, someone could be lurking just out of sight. Still he walked on, a bounce to his jovial step. His naturally happy attitude seemingly out of place among the crumbling buildings. Clearly something had happened to bring this great city to its knees. Yet here he was, prancing down its broken streets like it was going to a festival. Some might say he was disrespectful, but he cared little of what others had to say and walked on.
A jaunty tune began to slip from his lips in a pleasant hum. Like the city, it was not of this world. A song born from a land beyond the portal. He knew not where this land came from. He did not even know its real name, simply calling it by the one Kiada had spoken when they had first met. Halyven. Little did he know that this was its real name. That this was indeed the fallen city torn from Helovia by the rift. Only those who had seen the once thriving empire before its fall would know. He would likely never find out. And so it was name Halyven within his mind, its history now tied to the dilapidated buildings. In his wandering he found himself at the edge of Halyven. His eyes swept out over the barren land, easily spotting the mare as she walked on unsteady legs. Her form was familiar to him and it did not take long for him to remember her. He let out a nicker of greeting before moving towards her, concern in his eyes. She did not look well.
Halyven
