She was wondering where the day had gone. The ivory mare was frozen, fear pounding through her entire body. The sun was missing, the one thing the reminded her that there was a brightness in everyone. The presence of the sun was enough to make her relax in the most dangerous of situations, think clearly and accept everyone for who they where. Her mind was as blank as her eyes, which were staring up the sky. She heard the sound of a twig snapping causing her to immediately change the direction of her stare. A snow hare leapt out in front of her, barely even glancing her way, it continued bouncing away into the darkness where it was swallowed whole. Her breaths where at least even and slow, but she was like a frightened doe, trapped in her own body. Somewhere, there had to be light, someone would come along and lead her, show her the way to safety. Or maybe she was trapped in some horrid dream.

What she wouldn't give right now to use her magic and wipe this all from her mind, bad dreams shouldn't be made to stick with you. Of course that option wasn't available to her, she couldn't hypnotise herself. As usual, when ever her mind reached the topic of magic, she would awaken it within her and smile smugly at the memory of the time she stole the rat's memories from him. The traitor. While she realised, in her current moment of panic, she would not be feeling smug, she still needed to feel her magic. Closing her startled eyes she breathed in deeply and tried to wake her power up. A frown creased her forehead as nothing happened. It was gone the part of her soul, that had been with her only a short time was completely gone. "My magic is missing. It's gone." She whispered to herself, eyes squeezed tight and mind blank Arah stood frozen, unable to move or think. A entire part of her missing.

She needed someone to explain what the hell was going on. She knew that this was no longer a dream, even in her dreams she had the gift of magic. She breathed in deeply, then opened her trademark golden eyes to the world. Like she was in immense pain, she moved slowly, movements jerky and stiff. She had to be strong though, push through her fear and worry. In many ways she was a solider of The Basin, if another one of her herd mates needed or wanted assistance she should be able to help them. Who knew what had happened when others realised that the sun was not to rise? Surely she was not the only panicked doe running around. The impersonator had turned and began to walking towards what she hoped was the caves. Her first thought was to check on her friends, see if they were still inside their homes and safe from the black night.

At every sound that rang out into the night, the mare froze and turned to where the sound had come from. Her eyes had mostly adjusted, she was able to make out shapes and the outlines of figures. Her vision stopped less than a metre in front of her. She was careful, but still tripped over hidden objects on the ground. One tree root in particular snagged on her mane. While she quickly realised and muttered a curse, frustration burned through her. Gently she began to tug at her hair, loosening it a little more each time. It was slow work, but eventually her hair came free. With tears of frustration, anger and fear brimming her eyes she continued on her way. Was this the end of the world? Was the blackness eventually going to consume them all? A sigh tumbled from her lips, as her eyes grouped around for something to settle on.

Surprised at how calm she was, Arah paused for a moment, surrounded by the deathly night. Yes, she was scared witless for herself and her family, frustrated with the gods and doubting that this was ever going to end, Arah was still fighting on. Her eyes flickered around...then she spotted something in the distance. It was a little circle of light. Aware that this might be a trick she stayed back, watching it dance around.

@[Crowley]

You're busy dying if you're living in the past

Darkness engulfed the Basin when he awoke, and for some time, he thought that this might be another trial from the Goddess of the Moon. In the sky, no stars were visible, nor the moon itself, or even the faintest silhouette of clouds. It was strange indeed, for the Weaver had yet to find anything else terribly wrong other than it being dark; he was not plagued in irrational fear, thank the heavens, nor was there anything bodily wrong with him...

His thoughts shifted quickly to his young daughter and his bonded. Were they safe? Bending his neck around, the brindle strained to see their forms further back in the small cave he'd claimed as his own. The last thing he wanted to do was step out from the cave only to have them wake and be stricken with overwhelming fear, but if Crowley had learned anything from this curse, it was that Talbot and Rhiannon both were much braver than he had ever realized. He wouldn't be gone long, that he would assure.

"I'll be back," he whispered softly, dropping his head and pressing his muzzle lovingly into his daughter's side, doing his best to be gentle so as not to wake her. With that, he sucked in a deep breath and made his way out of the comfort of their dark cave.

Once out in the open, it was not much different than it had looked. In fact, it was much worse. Crowley had long ago learned the layout of his home, but all the seasons living here couldn't prepare him for the haphazardly placed rocks that managed to get in his way and cast him stumbling away. An annoyed snort cracked from the Weaver's nostrils after he'd regained his balance, and slowing up his pace, he continued even more carefully towards the middle of the Basin. In the distance shone a light, and for a brief moment he paused, trying to fathom just what it could be. If memory served him right, he should be looking at the lake, but his sense of direction was nearly nonexistent. But if it was the lake... why was it glowing?

The thought that the world might be ending had yet to cross the Weaver's mind. He'd heard of a time before his arrival, when the God of the Sun had been banished by his brethren, leaving Helovia without the warmth of the Sun. Eventually he had come back, as was obvious... perhaps something of the same magnitude had happened? Breathing a sigh and shaking his head, the brindle tried to rid his head of divine circumstances; they were out of his control, if that was indeed what was going on.

Not far from him, something suddenly caught in his ears. A pulling sound, followed by the creak of wood and then, finally, a soft tearing. Turning his head to look in the direction it had come from, the Weaver strained his golden eyes against the blackness that covered his surroundings. He couldn't see the culprit, but their scent coupled with the crunch of snow underfoot was enough to assure him that it was another resident of the Basin. "Who's there?" He spoke up, growing silent for a moment as if waiting for some sort of reply before he went on, "You know... Hide and seek never was one of my favorite games."

Snow crunched under foot, and the ivory mare paused listening. The movement was still far from her, however she became nervous. It was a large animal that was moving towards her. Shivers made their way down her spine, while her orbs flickered around unable to see anything. Gentle pawing of the ground conveyed her nerves. How she hated the unknown, it was the one thing that scared her. Something that made her sit up at night and wonder about the unanswered questions of the world. What was after death? What did her future hold? Was there anything greater than the gods she already knew about? So many questions left without answers.

She had her back to the light, guessing that maybe for whoever was approaching her, her silhouette would soon become clear. She could still hear them moving, her ears now quite used to the silence of The Basin. Did friend or foe approach her? The irony of that question, yet something else that was going to remained unanswered, at least only for a while longer. The doe now remained as still as a stone, not a single mussel moved, her previous pawing was ceased. Her defensive mechanisms were on high alert.

A voice called out, one she believed she had heard before, although she could be sure. The wind blew and the scent of the Basin was mingled in his scent. Hide and seek, her favourite game as a child. "That's funny." Her silverly laugh rang out through the sunless land. "It was always my favourite game as a youngin, not that I'm playing it now." Another chuckle, she left a little safer in the presence of a herd mate. However unease still rang through her. Arah was still keeping her defence up.

She stopped speaking for a moment and actually took a few steps closer into the blackness where she believed his voice had come from. A light smile played along her lips, and her mood was instantly lifted by the company of another. She didn't have to trust this stranger to feel relieved. "My name is Arah." She spoke quietly realising that she had yet to answer his question. Arah felt like a shadow, her light coloured pelt did not make her any easier to spot. "But do tell me your name?" She could not hide the eagerness in her own voice. Someone had finally arrived to help her. Maybe this someone would be able to tell her what happened to the sun. Her magic..or rather lack of it would remain a secret. She did not like to speak of her magic with others. The petite body was still again, ears picking at the slightest sound. What was his position?

The antlered mare did not feel safe in her own home at the moment. This simple fact unsettled her so, but it was not enough to ruin the good mood she had found at finding a friend. "There is a light up ahead that I spotted before." Now that another was with her she felt brave enough to approach the only thing that shared light. "I wish to know where you are...just so we can navigate through this darkness together...without knocking into each other?" She realised that she was blabbing on. She gave him the option to conceal his whereabouts though. She knew that distrust ran through the herd and she was not well known.

You're busy dying if you're living in the past

As he drew closer to the other, their silhouette became clearer and clearer for the brindle to see. Against the distant light, he could make out the shape of two impressive horns, which was a delight to see. What would he have done if it had been a prisoner or an intruder? Now was a time to get to the bottom of what was going on, not fly into a rampage and demand why they were here.

Whoever this fellow Basiner was, they replied with an airy laugh, declaring that hide and seek had been their favorite game. It warranted a deep chuckle from the Weaver as he stepped closer, only coming to a halt when his company made their own advance. By the sound of their voice, Crowley immediately placed the other as a female, and by the shape of her horns, a image slowly began to take form in his mind's eye. He couldn't make out the color of her pelt, of course, but everything else thus far pointed the mare towards being the Basin's Impersonator. Crowley had seen her on occasion, catching a fleeting glimpse of her in passing or at meetings, or the time he had tried to chase of two foolish intruders from their home. She had been there... Would she remember him?

She spoke again, putting his guessing to rest. This was the pale Impersonator, whom had already made quite a name for herself in the herd. She asked him of his own name, then, to which he swiftly replied. "The name is Crowley," he said, noting the strange eagerness in the mare's voice but deciding not to comment on it, "The Basin's Weaver. There's no need to be apprehensive." Whether she was or not, the brindle couldn't tell, for he could not read her body language in this darkness; only going by what the norm of others would be feeling in such a peculiar situation.

Lifting his head as Arah mentioned it, Crowley cast his gaze towards the lake which gave off an admittedly eerie light. It was unnatural, seeming to mimic the aurora borealis that often snaked through the night sky. Surely there would be others there, wondering just what was going on. Pulling his gaze from the lake and back to where he could only guess the mare was now, he gave the slightest nod of his head even though she wouldn't see it. Outstretching his neck, the brindle took a step closer to where she ought to be, searching for her with muzzle extended. It was only when he bumped his nose into what was quite possibly her elbow did he pause, slowly removing it and stepping just a little closer, hoping his warning-less touch wouldn't startle her.

"It'll get easier to see one another once we get closer," he confirmed, and then carefully he stepped forward, waiting to hear her following footsteps as they slowly made their way towards the glowing lake. "And if you fall, I will catch you," he mused, and off they went, the brindle cursing at every little pebble that dared to get underfoot.

As he introduced himself the impersonator stared in his general direction. She knew that name, Cowley, but why she knew it or where she had heard it she couldn't quite remember. Pressing her chops together, her then told her about his position as the Weaver. Something about that tripped her memory and she remembered a little brindle filly standing next to another dark figure at the herd meeting. Then she sighed lightly, he was Rhiannon's father. Arah had not actually paid much attention to the figure next to Rhiannon, however now she realised just who he was. Even though he could not see it, Arah's face lit up into a smile. The doe greatly liked the dark little filly of The Basin. Sure the little one was head strong and slightly obnoxious but in general she was an adorable little girl who was quickly growing. From meeting the filly, Arah knew that she spent most of her time with her father. Deciding that she would give this stag a chance for the sake of Rhiannon, the white doe relaxed.

Before she could speak again however he was moving, she could not see what he was doing so she remained still. Then a touch. It was warm muzzle at her elbow, it shocked her for a split second. Then as he withdrew a single chuckle escaped her lips. She wasn't sure why the laughter had escaped her, perhaps it was just because she was overtired. He had moved closer, and she had fallen silent. Still not to sure why she had chuckled she tried to focus on his outline. Feeling slightly awkward Arah was glad when he spoke to her again. His voice was actually quite pleasant, it's deep monotone was her only friend in this darkness. He began to move and she hastened to follow him, doing her best to fall into step beside him. When he spoke he sounded rather trust worthy as he told her that if she fell he would be right the to catch her. She giggled again. "Thank you sir."

Stumbling slightly, but keeping her balance the doe's vocals rang out again. Her tone was calm, not apprehensive in his presence anymore. "I know your daughter Rhiannon, I played with her a few weeks ago." Quietly she spoke. Sincerely hoping that she wasn't keeping Crowley from his daughter, Arah focused on the light ahead. She was slowly able to see colours, what their home looked like. The closer they traveled to the light, the harder it was to resist inspecting that stag beside her. "She's such an inquisitive little creature." Arah truns and smiles, finally looking upon the stag beside her in the new light. The brindle strikes the immediate impression of an impressive body. Taller, broader and no doubt stronger than the ivory mare, she immediately feels a little safer in his presence. Clearly able to see where Rhiannon got her looks from, Arah paused for a moment. She wondered what the stallion thought of her, now that his sight had been returned. Standing relaxed with a smile settled on her lips, she looked over his form again, impressed by what she saw. Oh how different they were in looks, she was the lightest of colours, she shone in the moonlight. He was as black as night that currently darkened the world around them.

"Well...thank you kindly for the assistance." She didn't want to end their meeting there, but at the same time did not want to keep him from his duties. "This still doesn't explain what happened to the sun though." She inspected the glowing light, the centre of their land. Then turned her golden orbs back on to Crowley. "Or magic."

@[Crowley] replied to this a while ago but I don't think you noticed. <3

You're busy dying if you're living in the past

A soft chuckle could be heard coming from his side, emitted by his basically invisible company. Her thanks nearly caused Crowley to chuckle himself, but he staved it off with a bemused grin instead. Arah seemed a pleasant mare to be around, not brash nor declaring her ability to find her way to the light on her own like the brindle was certain many would. Her voice was was soft, clear and steady, which helped to ease the startling knowledge that their sun had abandoned them.

When Arah spoke mention of his daughter, the Weaver glanced to the left in her direction, but the darkness prevented him from actually seeing anything. "Oh?" He inquired curiously, the thought of his currently slumbering daughter bringing a strange warmness to his otherwise cold heart. Though Crowley would never admit it to anyone but Rhiannon, he loved the filly dearly, and was happy to hear that she had been meeting others that called the Basin home. A chuckle finally slipped from between his lips at Arah's next words, and he gave a concise nod of his head. "What you say is true; that girl could put anybody's sanity to the ultimate test. It's a good quality for her to have though, I suppose. I hope she wasn't too much of a bother to you."

The Weaver had meant to say more, but as they drew closer to the lake and its light finally spilled across them, he was taken by surprise when he finally laid eyes on the mare. Her coat was a nearly perfect match to the snow covering their home, and like something out of a fairytale her mane and tail both trailed along the ground as she walked. The antlers anchored into her skull were admirable, and Crowley could only shudder at the thought of the damage they could cause. Her eyes were a brilliant golden hue, putting his own to shame. With one look at them, Crowley's next few steps were somewhat hesitant before he remembered himself and looked back to the lake.

As they reached the edge of the lake and came to a halt, Crowley was startled to realize that he didn't want to separate from Arah just yet. He'd only just started to speak to her, and already he was intrigued, yearning for more. Rhiannon, as much as the Weaver adored his one and only daughter, couldn't discuss the topics of adulthood and things like Gods quite yet, so Crowley would take advantage of the opportunity right in front of him.

"There's no need to thank me," he reassured, turning his head to cast her a cursory smile before returning his gaze to the strange sight of the lake. Though it didn't seem to radiate any sort of danger, the light it emitted was eerie and unexplainable, just as the disappearance of the sun was. Crowley couldn't help but wonder in the back of his mind, however, if there was anything more wrong within Helovia; were other herdlands affected, or was the Basin the only targets of this infernal night?

Hearing the Impersonator's next words, however, the stallion's brow furrowed momentarily before looking back to the antlered mare. "Magic has left us as well?" He inquired, taking a moment to try and grasp the magic coursing through his own veins, but there was a void where there shouldn't have been. It was a disturbing realization. With a haggard sigh, the Weaver pursed his lips in thought. "I've heard that before my time here, that the Moon once banished the Sun from the Sky. Though, I do not see the slightest hint of the Moon in the sky, either."

[ooc - I am so, so, so sorry for the wait, Frostie! D: ]

A chuckle falls from his lips and the white raven settles into their conversation a little more. It always was nice to be able to relax in the presence of others. Crowley gives a nod of his head. She listens to his voice for a moment, the calm tone her speaks in, the way he makes her feels so relaxed. It was strange really, they hadn't really really spent that much time together. "No of course not!" Arah's musical tones fill the air in response to The Weaver. "She's truly delightful, I would love to spend more time with her, especially as she gets older." Arah's warm gaze flickers over to Crowley. "I have a feeling that she is going to grow into a beautiful, strong and intelligent young lady." Eyes on the light again, the elegant mare was thoughtful as the memory of meeting Nonnie flowed through her mind again. Meeting the little filly had helped her grow a little more comfortable around foals. Arah knew that she owed that filly a lot. "You've done a wonderful job raising her. I can tell that you're a great father." Arah offered him them compliment slightly awkwardly. Not wanting to cross any lines of suggest that his partner was any less than adequate.

Feeling her eyes on her as the entered the light's embrace, the white mare did her best to keep her smile to herself. Deciding that she liked his attention, the mare let her mane shimmer down her neck, catching in the light. A soft smile was still settled on her lips, she watched the light catch on his coat. The light gleamed on each individual hair, he looked rather impressive in the sunlight. They paused at the edge of the lake, and hovered in silence for a moment. Finally his voice filled the air, and she caught the smile that was offered too her. They both then turned to look over the lake, the strangeness of the light was oddly enchanting to Arah. It danced along the water of the lake, dipping within the gentle ripples. It filled her with hope to watch the waters, her smile settled as she just watched the waters.

Crowley's tones responded to her previous comment about magic, she paused for a moment trying to explain how she knew that her magic. "I try to find the magic within me but it's gone. There is no magic in my blood, nothing flowing through my body anymore." It was a weak explanation however Arah assumed that he also knew that art of magic. He was after all the crafter of materials for The Basin. Her orbs studied Crowley, he was as interesting as his daughter. Arah couldn't quite tell why but she really liked his calm and quiet presence. His out-loud thoughts about the moon made the doe tilt her head back and study the moonless sky. "It deeply worries me too see the world like this, it makes me wonder about our fate." Because the world was now so dark...had the gods left them forever? Where they going to be left to rot alone?

Such troubling thoughts, taking a moment to collect herself, Arah paused before she spoke again. When she did finally speak up again her tones where quiet and thoughtful. "I'm glad I don't have to be alone tonight." Her warm smile returns to her face as she looks over the dark stallion. "Especially as it's you Crowley, you're quite interesting."

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