A gale rushes upon the lava strewn floor of the Veins, swirling and folding upon itself until it begins to solidify. Sand colors hooves touch down gently followed by stark white legs, growing upward into a splatter of chocolate on clean linen. A face pale like a ghost forms last, blonde mane whipping across her forehead and tail lapping at her sides as the wind tears away from her, leaving one pegasus standing alone on the isle which glows with an ethereal blue, casting lights open her bleached knees and face. The night begins to pull upon the sky, tugging the sun closer to the horizon and stealing away its light. With a wretched sound crawling from her throat, Onni turns to view the area where she knew the Sun's shrine to lay.

Legs scramble unevenly to move her body, but her eyes find it quicker.

A pile of rubble lay with charcoal and ash, and in panic, the shaman rushes over, finding herself stopping short of it and staring. Her heart begins to quiver rapidly, looking side to side and seeing each of the other three shrines in disarray, breath staggering unevenly as her light sky eyes open widely. Just this season she had seen the great God of Fire and Light; he had comforted her. He had said she could return. Now, she was here, painstakingly guiding her figureless form toward the Isle to find the mortals seemingly abandoned. The crack in Onni's heart made by her mother tears open, feeling lost in the world for the first time in a very long while. "Where have you gone?" she calls out to the air, her voice shaky and her shoulders begin to quiver, front legs kneeling in the black charcoal ruin of the shrine.

The healer feels pitiful, reduced to scraping on the floor by the once great shrine of the Sun God, but she has no where to turn to. Having poisoned her tongue with hasty and hurtful words, Onni would not be able to face her mother again on this day. The tobiano knew that she was throwing blame as she pleased, and that her mother would never endanger their home so recklessly. In her heart, she had known it. The pain of fighting, even if it was to defend the very thing the gentle soul held dear, was something that pulled uneasily at her soul. She longed for the calm and wise words of the golden stallion to relieve this awful tension ripping her apart from the inside out. However, as the night of Birdsong began to approach, so did the chill that followed it. Onni felt not the warmth of sunlight, but the cold bitter loneliness of the dark night sky. She was alone.

Even the sun that rose this morning was saying its goodbyes, sinking below the horizon. Onni was quite certain in that moment that it would not rise the following day.
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[ ooc; melodramatic onni is melodramatic. ]