Res bolted through the forest. Her hooves falling in a delicate four beat pattern, only a syncopated version as every and of four she'd be in the air completely - no hooves placed on the turf which she was running across. Her mind was reeling. She had been thrust from her lands due to an invasion of those dawning wings and horns. She had been thrust into a world that provided no forms of comfort. Everything was scary out here. Everything was out to get her. She was alone. Completely and totally alone. Her ear flinched with each noise as her body jumped away from the sound. How could the world do this to her.

She had worked up a sweat. Her entire body covered in a lather of it as her nostrils flared out - still trying to push forward and gallop away from the noises. Though, it didn't take long for her luscious locks to become snagged in the trees and roots. A sharp yank causing her to tumble backward and scramble back onto her feet, fighting to keep herself moving. But she couldn't escape the area. She continued to yank and tug and pull until she heard a ripping sound. Finally freed from the trap, with a few strands of her tail shorter than before, she went straight into a gallop again. And she continued this cycle until she could no longer run. Her lungs burning as she stood under one of the trees, her tail (or what was left of it) was wrapped around the base of the trunk, strands of it hanging scraggly against her haunches. Her eyes falling shut as she pinned her audit to her skull and shook her head. She didn't know where she was. Everything was causing her problems. She couldn't run correctly. Quilyan was probably dead. Again, she was left with nothing. Her whole world shattered to pieces in front of her face. And she could do nothing to stop it. Tears falling from her eyes as she let out a short sob. Her entire body was trembling as a cold gust blew in, the sun hidden by the trees above and only resulting in sending a cold shock through her pelt thanks to the sweat lathered in it.

So, with a couple more steps, she set off at a trot, continued to trek through this confusing place, still jumping every few seconds at the noises it was producing and the hidden threats in the shadows of her mind.

Res had tears blurring her vision. Everything was gone! Why did everything have to be gone!? The branches all looked like hands trying to snatch her. And with her tail forever becoming snatched in the roots it felt like the spirits were accomplishing their task. They were torturing her soul and her entire being. A few short breaths, and she was off again. She can't stop trembling. Her hooves just managing to carry her far enough that she wouldn't collapse, high enough she wouldn't trip, and fast enough she couldn't take in too much of the world around her.

But she couldn't keep traveling like this. She had been running for days. Her body was going to give out soon. She had to find somewhere to rest. Her golden orbs flickered around before completely giving up on finding that place. Her body completely freezes. Too many hands reaching for her. Too many things happening. She can't contemplate the entirety of this situation. It was all too much.

And then. He was there. Quilyan was there. He wasn't dead! "Lady Resplendence," he called out, that familiar warmth radiating from his tone as she spun around, watching him taking tentative steps toward her. Then, once he got a good distance away from her, he pulled his wings tight up against his body, wincing a little, before stretching his maw out to reach hers. She inches closer until she's burrowed her head into his chest. Closing her eyes, attempting to block out the musky smell of blood and the matted tone of his fur. "My lady, please tell me you are alright?" She gently bobbed her head, flicking her now mostly shortened tail before stepping back and really taking in his injuries. She wasn't alone right now. But, if he didn't see a healer she definitely would be. "Quilyan!" she chided, the pain and fear of losing someone wrenching her voice to uncertain tones, "You weren't supposed to get yourself near killed! God. I thought you were dead. You can't be doing this," she choked out, her entire body trembling as she peered up at him from beneath her curling forelock that now showed a few streaks of blood which she had gathered from his pelt. The boy had nothing left on part of his right wing, bone showing. He needed a healer. He needed one.