» Visions from a Past World

even after the darkest of nights, dawn comes again

It was beautiful, glorious, a birth (re-birth?) of a goddess, a healing, a blessing. Amaris watched, the golden rays of this pseudo-sun glistening on her own scales, illuminating her - she was a beacon, a mirror for the sunlight, she was drawn to it, and had she not been so entranced she would have approached it, neared it, sought to touch it, to hold it, to treasure it like a dragon treasures its hoard of shiny things.

But such bliss was not to last - the dragonmare, along with everyone else, watched as the world shifted again, as the actions of the apparition ceased, and the haunting melody thrummed through her very soul - "NO!" it exclaimed, it cried, it shook her very core, and she was weeping from the sadness it summoned within her.

And the world was chaos again, rain and storms tossing around the flying occupants of the realm like leaves caught in a breeze. The brilliant light of the pseudo-sun had faded, and Amaris tried to blink back the emotion that this vision had summoned up within her, swallowing it down, pushing it aside so that she could focus on the now, on surviving this latest develop, this new hurdle the Rift seemed intent on throwing at them.

It was Dramyrth who saw her, the mare from their previous home, their rankmate, their friend. Amaris recognised her in the moment before the storm settled in, and somehow managed to keep her within sight even as the ocean raged and churned angrily again, as the rain pounded and winds pulled and tugged at her.

"Ingrid!" she called, she bellowed to be heard over the crashing waves. What was the girl doing in the sea at a time like this?

Probably the same as what I am doing in the skies, she answered her own question, before swooping low to the swimming mare. "Not far now, come on, follow me!" she urged, encouraged, hoping that whatever light still reflected off her scales was enough to illuminate a watery path for the mare to the safety of the shoreline (where, once Ingrid arrived, Amaris would also land nearby to rest her weary limbs).

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