She follows swiftly, racing after her father and the Reaper. Farenjer joins them as they leave, her gaze falling upon the teal painted soul. She offers a smile, although he likely won't notice her. The fae puts her attention to the shifting skies, the solemn tone that befalls the land. Darkness spreads like a parasite, constantly spreading over Helovia. They follow a worn path towards the Heart, its warmth alien to her almost constantly cold skin. She lets out a sigh, her bonded giving out a little grunt as she halts before him, causing him to head-butt her. Glancing at the dark calf, she lets her smile glisten in her eyes, corners of her kissers raised only slightly. What a klutz you are. She rolls her eyes, beginning to walk away from the little calf, who squeals and rushes towards her.

She enters the Sanctuary, a sudden wave of warmth washing over her as she follows her herd mates. There are so many of them, she realizes she's lost her father in the gathered crowd, her heart sinking slowly. She takes her time to tour the Sanctuary, finding more rooms that she never bothered to explore. She walks through them, admiring the many caverns, the crystal lined rooms that sparkle in her emerald eyes. The crystal fastened in her mane touched her skin, cold as ice, making her skin numb as it rests upon ebony matter. The fae turns back, following the sound of the gathered herd, spotting a few Basin residents already. She sees a little bay colt, similarly colored as d'Artagnan, the former Doctor of the Basin. The girl finds the Lord, face expressionless as usual. Finding a position in the back of the room, she listens to the thundering waterfall rather than the babbling voices of her herd. Inhaling deeply, the girl closes her eyes and thinks of Carnesir, who she hasn't spotted yet. Where have you gone, my knight? She whispers, opening her eyes to find his coal grey body standing before her, a gentle, seductive smile upon his dark lips. She steps forward to embrace him, finding her body passing through his. A cold feeling run downs her spine, a claw being dragged across her back as she realizes she was just imagining him. A sudden feeling of loneliness creeps upon her, a feeling that she's never felt... not like this. Her stomach churns uneasily, knees shaking gently as she's hit with a feeling of loss. Dim eyes scan the room again, voice ringing out gently. "Carnesir?" Worry lines her words, an innocent undertone sweeping the syllables from her dark lips.

"Words of wisdom."