'You're sure that's all you remember?' Vera's voice is impatient, desperate. Jealous even, that Adele was the one who had remembered a few pieces of their past.
'Yes, Vera, I'm sure. Just names and faces, and an occasional relation to the said names and faces,' Adele stated simply, still incredibly happy with herself knowing she had remembered something. It really wasn't much, but it was a start. Amnesia was difficult to get over, often times the victims never regain their memory. Adele was somewhat lucky remembering names and faces and relationships, although it was tricky to deal with. She recognized Ophelia in her memories, but not any specific instance in which she had done things with the fem. No relationship came to Adele's mind when she remembered Ophelia, so she assumed the mare was just a friend of some sort.
Adele's memories were scattered, sketchy at best. They came in no order when she asked for them, and rarely was able to remember them. The names and faces were easiest for her, yet they left her wondering what had happened to the horses.
Her father, Terrador, seemed nowhere to be found, nor her mother or Peixos, Maipe, any of her siblings with the exception of Tyradon. A worrying thought, really. She prayed they were okay, but scolded them for not looking for her in her time of need. If your sister or daughter had disappeared, you'd look for her, correct?
Adele puffed a breath of condensation at the thought, though dismissed it with little anger. Perhaps it was time she revisit her half-brother, pay him another visit. He resided near her location, so why not?
The red and blue mare floated through the forest at an easy trot, headed for the Ancient Rotunda, where she had found Tyradon in the first place. It was a serene place - perfect for dwelling on her memories. What's left of them, anyways.
Once the pair reached the Rotunda, what they saw was definitely unexpected. Adele halted her lengthy trot, frozen in shock, blue eyes wide. A unicorn laid upon her side, obviously weak or else she wouldn't be in such a condition.
Vera sprung into the air from her perch on Adele's hide, her sour attitude dissipating at the sight of a mare in need. The ivory reptile landed by the unicorn's side, her pale eyes glancing back to Adele. 'She needs help,' Vera spoke through the bond, turning her attention back to the unicorn. The dragon wasn't being kind or concerned, she was more interested in how the mare had come to be like this. Whatever help the dragon was enlisting was brought out of curiosity rather than compassion.
But then Vera got the strangest vision of Adele. She was much smaller, but manipulating the earth to her will, it seemed. It was gone in a flash but the dragon knew what it was. 'Use your magic!' Vera commanded. Adele shot a confused glance at the dragon.
'Right, use the magic I don't have,' Adele whimpered through the bond. 'Trust me, it's earth magic,' Vera piped, a determined sound to her voice. Adele huffed and looked at the stream, an idea forming in her mind. It would make sense to start with giving the stranger water. The red and blue mare moved forward, around the back side of the unicorn. She looked at the space between the mare's muzzle and the brook. To her ultimate surprise, the earth began to move, float in a thin line between the unicorn's lips and the water to create a ditch of sorts. Water flowed through it and to the mare.
It was magic. Adele's magic. She didn't even know it existed, but Vera had come across a memory of it. This time it was the pale, ivory dragon whose memory had prevailed.
Adele moved around the mare to stand by Vera, standing a few feet from her. "Hey, I'm Adele, and this is Vera," She stated, nodding to the dragon. Vera offered a friendly chirp to the mare at the sound of her name.
"We're going to help you, all right?"

A shaky sigh of relief left Adele's lungs, her breathe coming out as condensation when she saw the stranger drink from the canal the mare had constructed for her. It was a way to help the horned beast without having to come into contact with her. If the mare was actually some demon spawned from the depths of whatever hell existed in this world, then Adele surely did not wish to be dragging her to a bit of water. You can't be too safe in this land ridden with monsters and gods alike.
Adele hadn't moved an inch when the stranger turned to face her. The red and blue fem stood frozen, watching the creature intently with her blue, flecked with orange, eyes. She was perplexing, fun to watch and observe. To learn from.
"Why did you help me?"
Adele's choked on her words, the mare's voice sounding raspy and horrifying. She began to wonder how long the leviathan had gone without water or food in general, for that was not the tone of any healthy being.
"I've never seen someone die before, and I don't want to," Adele spoke softly, feeling borderline uncomfortable caught underneath the stranger's mauve gaze. She hadn't even introduced herself, yet had the guts to ask her savior a question. "I especially don't want to greet death if I can do something to keep him from coming," The red and blue mare finished.
That was partially the reason as to why she had helped her. Adele was also curious as to who this mare was, why she had come to close to becoming just another cadaver to be decomposed. After all, curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
'Ask her how she got this way,' Vera spoke in the bond, her tone dripping with excitement as her ivory eyes continued to observe the stranger. Adele hesitated, realizing she didn't even know who the mare was. 'I don't know her name or anything, Vera,' Adele's voice was tentative in reply, though showed no sign of a dubious attitude outwardly. 'So? In the grand scheme of things, a name is but a name.'
The dragon, as simple minded as she was, had a point. In the end, their thoughts and experiences would die with them, never to be known by any others. Oblivion would reign the world, so why would a name have to mean anything? Adele could just dub the stranger Leviathan and get out of here after she had answers.
"What happened to you?" Adele blurted, words slightly rushed. Her eyes danced with the spirit of inquiry, features looking innocent. She craved an answer, thoughts racing at every possibility, for they were endless, each one coming quicker than the last. It was strange, for even though Adele could ponder a million possibilities, only one would be correct. Or they could all be wrong, every million. This is why she loathed infinities.

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@[Agrona]

"Death is always close by Flames."
Shivers were sent up Adele's spine at the words. Her blue, orange-flecked orbs flicked back to her flaming tail. Was she talking about her fire? Certainly not. It was harmless. The real question was: is this stranger simply metaphoric, prophetic, even or out of her mind?
"Even if you can't see him. He's a good friend of mine. Not a bad guy. Thanks Flames.."
Definitely out of her mind. Adele nodded her head slowly, acknowledging the mare's nonsense while trying to figure it out. They could hold different meanings as well. Gods, back to the infuriating infinities.
A giggle fell from the mare's lips, causing Adele to become even more perplexed by her. What was so funny? Perhaps there was a joke littered in her words. She didn't know. She didn't know if she even wanted to know.
"Well, I was apparently the only fucking one left here while everyone ran away or something. The gods zapped everyone in Helovia into the sky while I sat down here and watched the world turn black and zombies fucking kill one another and fall apart right in front of my eyes."
Adele nodded her head once more, sympathy flashing in her eyes. It must've been hard: being utterly demented and stuck in a land of total destruction. The red and blue mare, for once in her life, was speechless.
'What's with Miss Grumpy Goat?' Vera questioned through the bond, her lips falling apart slightly, eyes squinted in concentration as she contemplated the horned creature before them.
'Ha ha, very funny,' Adele retorted, her gaze momentarily shifting to the ivory reptile. 'Well, if she was a bit shorter, she would very much resemble a goat, dontcha think?' Vera stated, returning the mare's scrutiny while it lingered on her. The thought had never once flittered into Adele's mind, nor did she belief it to be much more than a pathetic insult. 'Nice try,' Adele commented, turning back to the heap of insanity before them.
"I'm sorry to hear that you had to grow through such an apocalyptic string of events," Adele began, carefully considering every word as they tumbled slowly from her lips as the mare began to tear up a bit. "Could we be of any further assistance to you?" Adele asked sincerely. She didn't know what was more insane: the mare whom she didn't even know the name of or the fact that she just offered her more help.

A voice, Adele is certain it is pure shadow, comes from such depths. It is feminine, young, but bold. A striking contrast compared to what Adele was used to. Then again, she herself was a striking contrast compared to what normal horses were used to. A flaming mane and tail, blue and red body, diamond-like hooves, and for the cherry on top, eerie breath that was always condensation, even when it was summer.
A mare steps from the shadows, slightly larger than herself. She was ivory, dappled with gold, graced with eyes the same color and white wings. And infuriated with the mare Adele had just finished helping - Agrona, the new mare had said, who later in her words introduced herself as Aurelia. Adele watched the scene happen with wide, innocent eyes. She was quickly dismissed from the happenings, which was perfectly fine with her.
Agrona stood, putting Adele's nerves on edge as she wobbled. She couldn't watch these mares argue with whatever false principles they had set in place to excuse their hatred for one another. After exchanging a brief look with Vera, the dragon leapt onto her reddened back.
'I hope Agrona doesn't get her hide kicked too badly after you just finished saving it,' Vera sighed with a puff of smoke. Adele smiled at the words, continuing to watch the mares. 'Didn't take that much effort, really, I regret nothing,' Adele responded, turning to walk with silent steps towards the undergrowth and trees.
With a flick of her orange, yellow, and blue tail, Adele and Vera were gone, the only evidence that they had been there at all being the canal.

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& Adele's out c:

@[Auerlia]