[ no worries! ^^ life happens. and yup, she will! then we'll see when she actually comes toddling up to the Basin haha.. xP ]

He could feel it, all of a sudden; something like a chill gripping his heart, a fist closing around his throat.. a faint tremor in the ground, a deep, reverberating groan moving up his legs. A clock started to tick somewhere, a sense of urgency, like knowing you had a few minutes to say all the things you wanted before darkness took you. For a moment the breath hitched in his throat when he first felt it, his eyes widening a fraction before he swallowed and remembered how to breathe. In his chest, his heart sped up; he'd told her enough, hadn't he? About the north, brother Earth (brother? he'd have to wonder about his lunacy later), about... himself. Unless every memory of him had been wiped from the brains of all Helovians, she'd surely find someone who knew of him by name — or by rumor at least.

"Hey, so, I found this ghost of someone called Mauja, he's not a bad dude right?"
"Uhm.. he's the most hardcore racist we've had around for a while!"

It almost made him laugh, or sob, and his only consolation was that very few knew of his political views. Most would tell her he'd run an all-Unicorn herd. That he'd lost a war. That surely some of his followers were racist — that maybe he was. But he was polite and nice, so maybe he wasn't, maybe he was just having a sanctuary for those who felt more comfortable with their own kind. There were, after all, many other mixed herds to choose from.

"South," he replied almost immediately when she asked. Was he just being paranoid and imaging it, or was she really growing weaker, thinner, more distant and transparent? Had her voice sounded like it came from even further away? "A piece of blue volcanic rock juts out into the sea, it's called the Veins. Go there." It rose like the sea level in his lungs, in his mouth, a feeling of slowly being torn in two, peeled away from his own self, something he clung to; he could feel something like the world shattering, the melded worlds breaking apart again. "And I-" The ground trembled, a single quake, like ripples upon a lake when the wind was still — he could feel it spread, the faint shift in the air, in himself, as if a particularly large shiver had passed down his spine. Blinking, he saw no trace of her, no shimmer of her shape and the faint glow of her horn. Slowly his face fell, ears flicking back and eyes growing sad. To the empty forest, he finished the sentence in a defeated voice.

"- hope it will..."

[ figured this was a pretty neat way to end the thread. ^^ Mauja out! xP ]