Time...time sure was a funny thing wasn't it? One cannot see nor feel time. Nor could one grasp it by the horns and steer it in a desireable direction. No. Instead time just moved onward. Seconds turning into minutes, minutes into hours, hours into days, and days into years. No matter how much one yearned for a point in time to last forever, that point in time would too pass and crumble and turn to dust before disappearing from this world for good.

Much like the ruins the chocolate and cream mare, Isara, stood within. Much like her own memories. As time passed the stone from the ruins crumbled a little more each day. And with each day Isa's memories of her past seemed to try to fade into the background. Granted, the mare would rather forget about these memories, but just as they were about to fade completely into darkness something would spark and ingnite the memories once again. Perhaps the spark was some ghost that had come to haunt her - to make sure she never forgot about where she came from. Perhaps she just had troubles letting go of her unresolved feelings for those within her past. Perhaps it was both.

A sigh escaped the lass's chocolate stained lips as a chilled breeze glided through the maze of ruins only to grip and tug and pull at her cream colored locks. A sign that Frostfall was beginning its reign. Personally, Isa preferred the Lord Sun's season but there always had to be balance didn't there? Things came...things go...and the world goes round and round.

Which was probably what happened with these ruins. The society grew strong and built structures to fortify and then one day the societThings came...things go...and the world goes round and round. Which was probably what happened with these ruins. The society grew strong and built structures to fortify and then one day the society fell at the hands of another greater society. It's how everything went was it not?

Except that wasn't why Isa was here. Instead she was merely here to explore one of the new lands that Misael had spoken to her about and to be honest, she found it interesting. All the signs and clues and artifacts and information. Oh lord yes the information. That was what she found the most interesting of all. In fact, she stood even now before a picture carved into stone of some stick figures doing something. Whatever it was Isa couldn't exactly tell but surely someone would know or learn of it eventually. Perhaps maybe she would one day learn the secrets of this place. But as for right now...in this point in time...she would remain engrossed in studying the art piece until something else was to divert her attention away.