Look down, the ground below is crumbling
Look up, the stars are all exploding
So many different things seemed to fill the seconds flashing by those wide, confused honey-hued eyes; blurring, flurrying movement. Africa’s emotions were raw, burning with remorse and self loathing already long before this new chain of angry, unexpected events. For a second, as she shrank into a filthy, shadowy silence, she wondered why this torment and discord was pursuing her- her, the overly ambitious child at heart who shied away from the violence of the world. A bitter tremble prickled the length of her spine, and Silas’s frustration echoed through her ears, piercing the superficial silence which was quickly filling the defensive, invisible shell around her.

The Zephyr cried out his irritation and it spread through the grove like a pluming disease, sending the quietly watching creatures of the night sprawling away through their dark, comfortable world. He watched as another horse swept upon the group, his domineering, fully-formed presence concentrated towards the colt that had lunged with the initial attack. From him, a creature ascended not far from where he now hovered above the chaos, much similar to the small blue scaled being that had comforted him while Africa slept beneath the mists of the Edge. A hearty, caw- cordial and respectful, erupted aside a new flood of voices a below, as Silas’s shining violet gaze examined the dragon.

The colt was down, and Africa’s heart lurched much the same way it had on only her second day in Helovia. She had witnessed the beating of the very Unicorn that had robbed her of her birthright to fly- and even now, though she hated that ghoul to her very core, the sick young mare’s breath was forced viciously from her lungs. Again, the passionate filly leapt to the young painted yearling’s defence, spilling a lavish plea; wishing him to fold back into the homeland which she apparently shared with the hulking mass of black stallion.

"Come to me..." The hushed tone of her quivering voice called suddenly, even before she willed it to life. Her eyes, though filled with melancholy and trauma sought the colt from the tangle of dark figures and confusion, while she lingered close by to them. "Nym, may we distract each other from the bruises of our mind." She opened her one wing as though to beckon him into safety, although fierce as a protector she would never be.