The clouds formed along your long legs again, though this time you did not struggle against the cool mist as it locked you in it's grasp. Ouija -once more- wrapped herself around your right fore, her tail curling around your ankle as if the white water droplets would tear the two of you apart; from inside your skull, we can feel your mind clicking and turning as the gears inside tried to sort out what had just happened on that strange floating island. You had found Aurelia, who still does not seem to want you to be around, even though she may bat those molten lava colored eyes and smile with those glimmering teeth.. She has lost your child.. Your child that you haven't seen since early on in his childhood.

Slowly, the earth comes back into view, the unnaturally colored magma pulsing out of the rocky crust and seeping down the Veins in long streaks. The air has become warmer and drier since you have descended from the cloud layer that hides the rocky bottom of the levitating island. Below, you can see the used trails that have been etched in the rock after years and years of use, main trails branching off into fingers that reach out to each shattered shrine. The cloud evaporates into the sky again, releasing both you and your companion's legs and allowing you to move once more.

Not being very fond of this floating nonsense, Ouija shakes her small white paws out one at a time, licking away what remains of the dew beads on her fur. Murky eyes search around, your heightening sense of smell catching the familiar dust and sea-breeze of the Throat; both of your ears perk forward, your mind settling at the thought of a -hopefully- familiar face. Aurelia's temper had really taken it out of you, and you can only hope to see Africa.. even though it is highly unlikely; the mare is always so busy these days.

Cracked feet click against the stone floor as you move along, the softest thrum of paws scuffing along rock beside you. The shrines -broken and battered as they all are- loom overhead like watchful guardians, waiting for unworthy mortals to step foot in their traps; but the Gods are not like that, are they? Now unsure, your footing has changed and your muscles have become stiff and tense. Your dog-like companion continues to trot along happily, her tongue lapping at the air as if she can taste something so familiar on her lips.

When your eyes land on a familiar body, you can feel your heart nearly stop in your chest cavity. "Ryuu?" your voice quivers in your throat, jaws clamping shut tightly after the word drifts from your mouth. On the rock, curled up in a small ball of discomfort, lays your son. His body is much larger than the last time you had seen him. Met him, one of us scoffs in a tone that you feel Mother would have used in this case. The horns that sprout from his head have also grown from what they had been at that time. This can't be, you can just run into Aurelia, and now Ryuu?

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