It's comforting to know that she is away from everything else, alone with no one else but her brother. He keeps her company in a cold, distant sort of way, parting from her side at various times to find things she has no interest to.
When he flies away, she dives. The ocean is an endless world without limits. Each time she went down, there was something new to discover, eagerly flooding Hobgoblin's mind with images that his absence leaves him unable to experience. Nothing spills from him. She has nothing to grasp when he cuts her off, possibly out of anger that she even dare send him things such as that.
If he wanted to go down there with her, then he would of already. He choose not to drown, to crown himself the emperor of their two-man empire, stating that he is the smarter one when he is the youngest of the two, running the risk that he is naive to the world.
Sikeax's emotions are so heavy and brutal, so passionate and untameable, that it's aged him to a man when he is just a boy. He loathes in the pool of her depression, force-feeds her his rage, snarls at her selfish acts as if he is the Devil and she is God, waging eternal war against one another.
They're not made for each other, sentenced to life in co-existance like criminals who've done the worst of crimes to one another.
Right now, she's so far away that he feels that she is no longer part of the world, buried deep into her own special spot where even he can't pull her out. The ocean is too deep, and in the time that she is away from him, the beaches are at least worth following.
For the duration of his flight, there is nothing but sea and sand, the occasional rise that he follows, once a swarm of gulls. For all the time that passes, he's wasted it all.
She breaks. Hooves push themselves onto sand with a groan, shivering as the cold air finally hits her like a brickwall. Water streams until it drips, falling into the ground below and soaking it. The low flapping of wings brings her back into reality as she shakes, leading into a quick sweep of the skies for whatever might be up there.
A shadow soars by, once, twi- Hobgoblin breaks her focus as his talons clench into her hide, clinging to her body for a short amount of time before that feeling kisses her wet body.
Paws slap the sand beside her. By this point, she should be used to his changes, the choices he makes without even a second thought directed in her direction, all of those things, but for a foreign reason, every time he makes himself something new, she has to stand and admire. The admiring leaves her to be abandoned, watching as his fresh form walks away to whatever has attracted him.
He drags her into her personal hell, soon enough surrounded by a stranger and Ampere. Not to believe that there was an issue with Ampere, but the fact that strangers had deployed themselves at the border was bad enough. She squints through the light of her horn only for a moment to try and focus on the body of the pale stranger, tilting her head at the sight o
f the object wrapped about his head.
What purpose did the ornament even hold? Was he trying to make himself a unicorn when he clearly wasn't?
"What is that?" As the question bursts from her lips, the reminder that saying something as such could pass off as rude dared to tap her on the shoulder and whisper into her mind to watch her words. "Is that your horn?"
Well, it was at least worth asking about it.

OOC: GASPS FOR AIR
first post in forever forgive me
Hobgoblin's current form is a white wolf, brown antlers, pupilless green eyes

"talk"

Sikeax