What happened?

You saw what happened, Dramyrth.

But what happened?

Not now, Dramyrth.

But - -

Not now.

It was perhaps the harshest she had ever spoken to her beloved, her bonded, her soulmate. The dragonmare was tired, spent, her body physically drained and her mental capacity swiftly following - she ached, seemingly everywhere, her chest felt like daggers were stabbing into it every time she moved, her legs just felt like they were still on fire. Silvery blood trickled from her wounds -- huh, I have silver blood -- and though the damage was less severe wherever dragonscales adorned her, they too were not immune to the immense heat that had emanated from the cheetah's whims.

Sorry, she reached out after a moment of feeling absolutely wretched. I promise I'll try to explain.. But how could she? How could she explain the fact that somewhere within her laid the spirit of a golden-dragon-queen, who rose up with a vicious, furious hunger every now and then, who changed her completely, turned her into a weapon, a primal force capable of only destruction, hatred, dominance? It's okay, came the purring, comforting response of her beloved, who blew cool air upon her wounds as he danced around her battered and broken body. Dramyrth was ever loyal to his beloved - she was his queen, always and forever, nothing would ever change that.

As her cousin healed the others, and after a quick survey to ensure none were critically hurt (she offered her muzzle or shoulder to any who needed a steadying touch, but otherwise there was little else she could do), Amaris kept walking. Crowds had never suited the belle, such was the ridicule she usually received for simply existing, and the presence of the dragons that were the pegasus mare and her cousin simply spurred her onwards - to see her cousin transform had brought up memories of events that had taken place merely months previously (for her, anyway). The DragonHeart had fallen, she had been the only one to hold that magic previously, it was little wonder that now when Amaris saw it she was sorely reminded of her. The DragonHeart, Amaris chewed on the title, not liking how it tasted - mother would always be what she called the DragonHeart, though it was always in her favour to announce such facts.

So the dragonmare walked, her gait hitched and strained, but for the most part steady, into the cavernous rooms below. Her wings spread as she entered the Sanctuary room, the footing beneath her sliding her forward roughly - more blood, more pain blossomed, a silver trail marked the path she kept taking. Suddenly, they were before a wall, but her eyes barely took in the story that danced across it; water, was all she could think now. Dramyrth, golden scales flickering in the strange fiery light, illuminated the path she must walk, watched closely as his bonded reached the bubbling pond, dipped her silver-gold muzzle into it, and drank deeply.

A coolness spread through her, a light, a cleansing sensation filled her. She drank deeply, for the water seemed to only keep coming, clearing the fog of pain and helping her body begin its healing process. With dripping whiskers, the dragonmare raised her maw at last, feeling far and away improved, better able to direct her thoughts and concentrate on her surroundings. She barely remembered how she got here -- where are the others? -- but with more time and thoughts shared with Dramyrth, she recalled everything clearly.

Looking around, she vaguely observed the great decorations that described how the Helovian Gods came here, though she was not enthralled enough to absorb much of it right now -- Dramyrth, she asked, go, get who you can to follow you back here. The water could help all who have just suffered that demons whims. The golden king did as he was bid, though not without a trailing thought that they still needed to have that conversation, much as the dragonmare would like to procrastinate it forever. Huffing slightly, Amaris summoned her magic almost to spite him - and with a surprise, suddenly found five little souls illuminating the cavern (and her mind) with the memories of their physical forms.

A green, two reds, a blue and a brown all danced before her, before she sent them too, on Dramyrth's path, hoping she might encourage others to join her down here, where it was cooler, where there was water, where they could all recuperate from the events that had just unfolded above.

The full ramifications of her experiences above, the improved strength and control of her magic that she seemed to have, tickled the back of her mind uncomfortably. Just another thing she would have to talk to Dramyrth about eventually, she supposed - for now, she waited to see if any would follow her, or if she was destined to be alone, a walk of life she had grown accustomed to despite her desire for nothing more than having a family, friends.. Quietly, she rested her aching limbs by standing still, leaning against a stalagmite, not realising that some of the glow in the cavern was being cast from the very wounds that were beginning to pucker and heal across her body.

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ooc: @Tandavi
Continuation of everything burns [magic drop] :: Open thread for any who would like to RP out healing/the aftermath of the fire/light magic Drop! Feel free to follow Amaris, her companion or her magic spirits if you would like to join in C:

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