The wild child attempts to suppress what stirs underneath her skin. Permeates from her soul, like a vile and wicked thing. It would have been more bearable to take it on in waves, but it bleeds out at an unpredictable rate – this feeling that she has no name for. She is witness to the unraveling that threatens to peel back her pitiful handiwork. The carelessness of a child who has wrapped her soul in thin sheets of scrap paper, attempting to make sense of what the world had meant to her back then. Somehow, she’d forgotten to fortify its thin walls. And when her mind had failed to grasp the effects of its weakness, it was already too late to stop its edges from peeling back.

At least her body remains intact, between the short and shallow gasps of the youth’s breaths. Steadily however, in the sky, she is losing what precious oxygen her body truly needs. The small amounts she consumes are simply not enough. The effects are immediate, Ru begins to loose strength in her wings and the world is no longer stationed on a permanent horizon.

The Dunskin mare makes a hasty, clumsy landing a bit off from the four other equids on the beach. Sand splashes against her lazy hooves, digging pointedly to purchase anything solid to make the world a little less wobbly. A slight wheezing accompanies her breathing, her hooded eyes make out the other pegasi – specters in the distance.

There is the sound of voices; the spitting of Ampere’s sparks submerged in her howling screams. Does it end there? She isn’t sure, isn’t certain why the stranger is yelling, or why there is the scent of dogs haphazardly drifting against the air.

The smell of the Throat repulses the girl, but she has little choice in the matter. For now her legs shudder only a little, breath calming as she stares into the silvery sand. Sweat covers the girl as tiny, unnoticeable beams of light dance about her. They flicker briefly, fractions of a second before they no longer twinkle in the high sun. She is finally catching breath with a steady rhythm. She can hold herself together for a while longer.

Lifting her head, she embraces the world with a slight squint. She cannot recognize the other three, but Sunjata has strangely made his place among them. Thoughtlessly she coos out to his familiar face, a squeak really – before the girl mills about looking for bones.