Zandora
I already know I'm going to hell
so at this points
it's go big or go home

"Picking fights?" She questions, a single onyx brow rising as she lets her gaze linger across the man. She hadn't noticed his skin fill out, the young lines beginning to fade to harder, sharper lines, his growth seemed to serve the time in which Zandora had allowed to slip through her fingers. Rikyn was the first she had conversed with in the longest of ages, her life without order bringing her to countless hours of wandering, but little of doing. He also spoke of his wandering and she found it comforting that she wasn't as alone as she had originally thought in her endeavors, that someone else too wasted time within the clutches of Helovia's wood and terrain.

Returning her gaze back to his eyes(how she had forgotten that they had gotten lost in the shedding of his youthfulness) she offers a small smile, she was better but she was not good. A little cry from Evara distracts Zandora from thinking further on the subject, god bless her bonded, sometimes Zandora forgot that they shared souls and that the creature knew exactly when to reign in Zandora's thoughts before they left her control and well, the after math of that--no good.

He asks of the basin, and a clipped snort released from her lips, too much emotion already released in the single sound to hide from Rikyn. "No no, I left the basin and my-" She starts, eyes falling down as the honeyed words of the black vixen falter and stumble short. Here she was, cracking, spilling over. Evara swiftly got up from her place on the bank, green eyes seeking out her bonded, Zandora can feel the reassurance, the companion's desperate need for Zandora to just be alright.

Oh how she wasn't.

Zandora wanted to cling to the idea of Rikyn's presence and the aurora about the two equines that she did not desire to ruin with a fit of goddamn emotion. She wants to push it away as she always had, does not want to face the reflection in the mirror, that would only show her everything she had become, everything that defined her: mistakes. But she felt her hooves slip, the floor icy and frozen with nothing for her to grab, nothing to grip, her mind instead flailing hopelessly about.

"No!" The word breaks through, Evara's attempt at speaking through their bond echoing through her mind, bouncing off the frozen floors of desolation. It is then that she sees it, her body racing towards the horizon at which she could run too, her mind clutching the shoreline with ferocious need of sanity, this, this was what crazy looked like. 

Her head sagged, a sigh escaping from her lips as she finished what she had started to say. There would be no more denying, no more running away from the thing at which she created. No longer would Cortana grasp the noose at which Zandora tightened everytime she slipped underneath the warmth of the world; into the ices of insanity. Zandora would slice through the bondage, she would experience freedom, and it seemed that Zandora had finally gotten started. 

"-daughter Cortana long ago. What about you Rikyn? Surely you have not just wandered and picked fights?" She asked, a playful smirk melting onto ebonite lips as she shifted the attention away from her and back onto something lighter. Maybe freedom wasn't too far from her reach.


OCC: o.O to this post @Rikyn