Post by Indi on Jul 14, 2020 19:39:34 GMT -7
The inferno had seemed to roar to life out of thin air. For Lirana, the morning had been no different from most any other, though with the addition of a second run when the first did not settle her worries and anxieties over those absent from Lyrarcor who should have been safe and sound at home. Albeit, she was well aware even before she started that second run that it would help very little. Much as running did help when she was feeling troubled about things, just as her mentor had said... it was not a cure-all. Especially not when anything involving steals always invariably dredged up memories she would much rather have wiped completely from her memory. As far as she was aware, neither The Viper nor Toxic were still even around - though whether dead or just moved on to plague some other realm, she had no idea - but even so... And besides, just because the particular green-eyed mare that haunted her nightmares was gone did not mean there were plenty of others just as awful who could be a threat. Or potentially even worse, much as that thought chilled her to the core and was one she preferred not to allow into her mind. Not that preference kept it out no matter how she felt about the matter.
In fact, every effort to just not think at all seemed generally in vain. At this point, Lirana could not remember the last time she'd had a good night of sleep, tossing and turning, worrying about the stolen members of the closest thing she had to a family. She felt so helpless, not knowing what to do, half certain anything she might do would inevitably make things worse... While the ivory champagne damsel had come a long way from the way she had felt about herself earlier in life, she still struggled against feeling not worthless, but worth less. While the effort Trinity had made to rescue her from The Viper by trading Toxic for the Missouri Fox Trotter's freedom certainly reassured her of her importance to the Versai mare... she highly doubted anyone of those who had done the stealing would view her as important enough to bother with were she to have attempted trading herself for the freedom of her adopted family. And it was while lost in such grim thoughts that the sudden glimpse of flame had her reacting purely on the instinctive fear of fire.
She was nearing the boundary of Lyrarcor when her mind kicked back into gear, functioning once again. And in that moment she realized that she was not the only one within the boundaries of Lyrarcor, though it had felt like that from time to time over the past little while. Cenric, she knew, was spending some time out in the Free Lands, hoping to find some sign of his mother or little brother. The middle brother, Gaul, however... He was blind. Would he have registered the fire and known where to head in order to escape? Though trembling, both with nerves and from her wild run - after two previous jaunts about Lyrarcor - Lirana turned back towards the heart of the land where she recalled Cenric mentioning he had left his brother. If Gaul had escaped the fire, he should have been headed in her direction. Blue eyes scanned the visible horizon, an involuntary frown pulling her lips downward on noting that the intensity of the fire seemed only to be increasing. No sign of Gaul. The mere idea of heading back in the direction that blaze frankly terrified her, but... what else could she do? There was no one else that could help.
Steeling her courage, Lirana plunged back towards the heart of Lyrarcor. Time seemed to stretch and distort. All she knew for certain was that temperature soon felt as though it was skyrocketing and she was pretty sure the fire was close. Too close. But she also could hear Gaul, his voice hoarse, begging help to navigate out. Reaching him was not the hardest thing she had ever done... but certainly not the easiest by a long shot. She lost track of everything except doing her best to guide the youthful blind stallion out of Lyrarcor. No easy task when the fire seemed so swiftly to be increasing every second, devouring everything and harrying the duo at every turn. At one point she felt the panicky fear that now she had gotten turned around, but endeavored to quash the fear and focus. Focus... at least until pain blossomed beyond the fiery torment of her lungs or the burns scattered about her hide. Lirana had no idea how she still managed to move after that; had Gaul somehow managed to haul something off her or her out from under something? She still had no idea. Everything hurt, but she still managed to guide Gaul away from Lyrarcor, even if he was practically carrying her by now.
Rosemonde. If they could... just get... to Rosemonde. Her vision blurred, while Gaul stumbled, nearly falling as a harsh coughing fits tormented both of them. She was not even certain if they were headed in the right direction anymore, though she at least was fairly certain they had left Lyrarcor behind...
Characters;; Lirana & Gaul
Sacoorah w/Sajius & Ahi
Notes;; Hope you don't mind me making this open, Rah. <3
Timeline;; When Sly is deceived into setting fire to Lyrarcor; Lirana is 4 yrs & Gaul is 4 yrs.