Nothing was comfortable anymore. She felt strange in her own herdlands- respected by her general, tolerated by her leader, perhaps even loved by her herdmate... none of it was what she wanted. Even the thrill of theft had lost its charm, especially after the conflict that had arisen in the midst of her brief kidnapping of the Foothills colt. More and more days went by where she simply longed to retreat into the oasis and surround herself with her past. She longed to remember the days where she had been happy and free, unbound by herd life. Why had she made this decision? Surely it had proven itself to be the wrong one.

And yet, if it was that simple, why was she staying?

She couldn't say. Perhaps it was the worst possibility: she was used to it. She had settled down. Kye seemed to nag her less about it, long less for the open, unclaimed skies. Was it really that simple, was she simply done with it all and resigning herself to this monotony? It was a dreadful thought.

She flew to the veins with gritted teeth and dissatisfaction hanging off her like a set of weights. On powerful wings she glided down to the shrines, absently wondering why she was here. For some escape, she supposed. For other time, her companion murmured into her mind as she landed before her and sat atop the Earth God's shrine. Yes, Xira thought- for another time of life to return to her.



[[Our Dearest Xira is looking fooorrrr: EarthxTime magic: Sense- Is able to detect what has or will happened in an area by touching the plants there. Appears in faint flashing sounds and images in the mind. Upgradeable to have a better hold on what happened, and maybe eventually see it as a projection before her. ]]

Kye sat frozen and staring, as if a ghost had just appeared. Xira was too taken by his breath on her shoulder, his presence beside her. She felt as if every feather in her wings was flared, as if every hair upon her hide had uncurled and struck out to greet this being. He was no natural, but he was not what she had known to exist. He was no God of Earth or Sun, no mother of the Moon. No, he was something else different entirely. Something electrifying and exciting, something new.

And she loved it. It took her a moment, but the breath caught in her throat escaped and unblocked the passage. She could breathe again, but this time it felt clearer. He asked her what she wanted, but in a blunt manner with a realistic tone. She loved it.

"I'd like to see the past and future through the eyes of nature," She answered abruptly, feeling him beside her, longing to turn and look but feeling strangely thrilled by her inability to see him clearly. He was a blur of black and white in her shadow; a mysterious figure of power. For the first time in weeks, she found herself intrigued. She would do whatever it took to remain that way.

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All admiration was lost and replaced with frustration when it was revealed that the god had a sharp and biting sense of humor. Much like her own, but perhaps a bit wittier. She despised it. He navy eyes searched for him now, sought to tear him down with just a glare, but it was no use. He was a magnificent creature, tall and unique in his markings. He disappeared in shock, his words hanging in the air, his arrogance leaving behind a stench she could not forget.

Xira scoffed and snorted, wrinkled her nose and stomped a hoof in an immature manner. "Fool," she muttered, turning to look at her falcon companion as if to ask for her opinion. Kye merely sat with wide eyes, repeating the same words over and over again into her bonded's mind. For as long as the God of Spark had been in their presence, the red footed falcon had done her best to reach his thoughts. But it had been no use, and she had been left rattled by the faint shock of electricity and the fear of the unknown. The same words flashed repeatedly, their urgency matching the look on her face.

No thought. No thought.