It was similar to the sensation Mirage remembered as crossing the borders of her birthlands. A strange shuddering, a vibrating energy falling over the lands, through one's very body, ripping at the seams of your soul as magic was lost to the abyss, as everything you once knew became unknown, undone, lost. Instinctively the mare clutched to her mental connection with Akaith, preserving it, embracing it, diving deeper into the soul of her bonded so much so that she was scarcely left in her own body, which stood, still, alert, peering at the sky above, an empty shell away outside instructions. The dragon crooned to her, comforting whilst also hiding her own fears, as together they watched the world close down around them. They had seen this before; the destruction wrought by the demi-gods of Isilme was similar, and they had fled then, because that land had not meant anything to them, it had not sung with their souls as the realm they wished to die within.

Times were different now, weren't they? Their hearts resided in these lands, their souls sung a harmony with the very soil they stood upon, their life partners and family were here, all of them anchoring them to this point. They would face the darkness now, even if it killed them. They were ready.

But no death came, only darkness, sheer and complete. Born in lands of moonlight, one's night vision was naturally acute, but still it took even them several minutes to adjust, to see the light that was left lingering in the Sun and Moon's absence, to appreciate that while everything was dark, not everything was lost. The mare found herself in her own body again, sensitive to the changes coursing over her very skin just as the little dragon took to the skies above to assess the damage. Even without testing it, the DragonHeart knew that her other form was inaccessible, as well as the magic that would cloak her bodice from view. It mattered naught; both were gifted to her upon her arrival into new lands, both she knew how to live without even if they had been a part of her for most of her grown life. With this sudden return to her own awareness, she moved swiftly, finding comfort in the presence of her mate and silver daughter - finding herself worry as the location of her golden one remained unknown.

Movement in the forest came to her senses via sight and sound, and she looked to the subtle lights in the mists for guidance as she followed the footsteps and voices, eventually spying the pillar of flames that was Israfel - and alongside her, Amaris. Sparing a glance to the others present, the WeyrLeader swiftly embraced her daughter, who murmured quietly to her what had happened, despairing particularly over the loss of her friend, Daryth. The dark mother sympathised with her daughter - she knew what it was like to have a bond so strong be numbed by forces outside of one's control - and Akaith soon alighted to the back of the golden champagne girl, warbling her comforting song to her like a lullaby to the youth.

Pools of warm honey then turned to those around her, the raw pain and emotion evident in them, though the mare was still able to guard mostly everything she felt behind an impassive, stony mask.

"If the end of the world was meant to come, it would have come already." She said with quiet assurance, not truly knowing if she actually felt it. "The demi-gods of Isilme led to its ruin, in Helovia they will be our salvation." Her gaze drifted until it landed upon Israfel's, hating that she was stacking all this responsibility on the shoulders of such a young mind. But the girl was a demi-god, the only one with powers capable of helping them now. "Israfel, you will be the light of dawn until our Fire Lord returns. I ask that you ensure our camp fires are kept well lit, for our dragons can no longer relight what might go out. Then, you must travel, and ensure your light is seen across all of Helovia. I would recommend Zaffre to travel with you, so that you might have a link to your home at all times. We know not how long this will last, but we must prepare for it to be quite extended."

She didn't touch on the possible reasons as to why the Gods might have left, because what Amaris had told her did not make perfect sense. For now, she turned her quiet gaze onto Smoke, seeking forgiveness for essentially ordering her daughter, and her dragon, away from the realm, whilst also silently hoping the mare would shed some wisdom on what exactly had happened.

[ ooc :: Please skip Amaris from any future posting orders. If she has anything of note to mention I'll post her whenever, or mention it in Mirage's posts. ]