The silence was deafening, roaring through her ears. Tensing her eyes shut tighter, her cups swivel about. Hobgoblin was a new, unique experience, and while she had mostly been eager to learn about all there was to know about bonding, the effects had it's downfall.
They were polar opposites to one another in personality.
Their dual descent into the water was met with some annoyance and fear on his part, something that she hadn't expected to rise from him. Convincing him took time, and when she did get him into the water and comfortable, encouraging him to morph his body into something he might like, filling his mind with ideas and images of creatures she'd seen in the past.
He took up his life in a small, yellow octopus, decorated in blue rings, trailing her with curiosity. A series of morphs left her intrigued, watching silently at each of his new secrets. Why would he, of all the companions she might of recieved in her life, have to be the strangest of them all?
Upon leaving the waters, she struggled with his stubborn ways, trying every form of communication they could strike between each other to her advantage. Use of force might of been helpful towards the end, but damaging the young life would be the death of her. Healers do not kill, and to wound or worse, murder, her own companion wrote itself down in an unknown holy book or legend as a sin.
One does not kill brethren.
She allows him to stay, resting on the sands and drying herself as he floods her with images of his new world. The simplicity of his mind is something she doubts will last. Later on, her personality would most likely inflict harsh, cruel things upon, forcing him to drink the toxins of depression and other emotions that the youth should be spared from.
Sleep almost sets in, pining mentally for him to return to her side. Like a mother who worries as of the every whereabouts of her offspring, she constantly asks, sending images of the beach and the stars, offering him the emotion of loneliness.
Finally, it pays off. He comes to her slowly, a child with dwindling time left to play, answering the calls of a worried mother who only wishes to make sure her child is safe.
Along the way, they are both cut off from one another: Hobgoblin through rage, Sikeax through terror and confusion.
She tosses in the sand, flailing madly while anger and absolute hatred fires through their fresh bond like bullets through meat. Sand flies as she struggles to find her legs, crying outwards to her child.
Hobgoblin, left with his attacker, does only want instinct tells him to do, fighting and attempting to make bites that bring no change in the issue. Every incision that he tries to make into the moist skin is useless with venom that his form is too young, too different to produce.
Whoever it is that causes the trouble, it seems to cease with a low bark, barely audible in the mare's ears. Rage ticks through her veins with slow, hot lava, fueled by her companion's endless tries at self defense.
Amara. Of all the ones that could of come to upset him, it had to be her best friend. She comes to champagne mare with him in tow, clinging to her leg with vengenance. A wave of calm and affection splits between the pair, waging wars and aggressive battles over whose emotions would win over.
While Sikeax was happy to see the Pegasus again, it didn't go over the fact that there were other things to take care of. The muzzle pressed into her side is answered with a soft nicker, purring from her lips in a loving, soothing tone.
Her head sweeps down to the foreleg, placing itself within short reach of the Rougarou. "Would you please let go? You need to meet Amara and Sameira; they're important." Suction cups release and eight short legs extend themselves outwards, gathering into a single mass to form a snake. She pulls herself at a hiss, unsure if it was directed towards her or Amara.
Either way, she wasn't taking chances with him.
Sighing in tired tone, sky blue eyes connect with gold ones, smiling with nothing but a thin line that changes the styling of her lips. Against all of the recent events, at least there was something that could bring relief to her heart.
"The Falls was invaded by the Basin and Edge. Some of the wounded showed up at the borders, and after that, I wandered about to see the damages. Along the way," She motions towards Hobgoblin, who has changed himself into a small, black wolf pup in the presence of Sameira. "I met Hobgoblin." The mention of his name brings only a slight amount of attention towards the mares.
"I should of said something, but you can be rather sure that all of this was fairly sudden." Her muzzle reaches for the chestnut's mane, searching for a lock to drag down while Sikeax pulls herself back to the sand. "Where have you been?"
Worry heavy with the thought of Amara hadn't crossed her mind during the time since she had last seen her friend, having been weighed down with other things in life. She resettles herself within the sand, watching the winged mare with tired eyes.
For once, there was the possible chance to relax with her best friend as they had in the past without tears or screams, something normal.

@[Amara]