Our love starts to burn like the night for it's candle ;;

Life had run a muck, and quickly. Rhone was gone and so too seemed to have Arianah's vibrant love of life and effervescence . She ached for him like she had never ached before and the pinning of her lose had driven her into the highlands of the Silver Lakes and away from the ever present eyes of those she cared for. It was not that she did not love her people but that her heart and mind alike seemed to have locked onto only one thought. “Rhone.” His name slips from her lips in a soft, mournful whisper as her heart breaks again and again; her wings slung low and dragging the ground so long that the ebonite tips had long since become caked with the very earth mastered by Brighton. Day in and day out she listened to the beats brought to her through the earth, hoping and praying that one, just one would ring with the step of her absent lover yet none came. Only those of the Lakes residents and the occasional passer by hummed through her foggy connection. Several seasons had come and gone since she had sought solace within the out-lands, and had she not found herself in such a disgraceful state she would have longed to return to the core of her home and not until a few day past, when Aurelius had sought her out, had she even considered doing so.

Aurelius' appearance had shaken her from her stupper enough to remember that there were still those who needed her regardless of whether Rhone was around or not, his forceful and all to true words shaking the hazy from her mind and rekindling the embers that were all that remained of the fire that had once been a beacon of hope for her people. She knew that she had to return and so she had sent Aurelius back, setting herself to rights. Water dashed around her in swirling tendrils as she raised her wings to expose the muddied ends, the life force of the world preening her coat and restoring it to a pristine state followed by a quick drying out as she beckoned Altus' winds to her aid. Morning glories blossoming at her hooves wound their way up her legs, entangling themselves beautifully into her main and tail and bathing her in a rich perfume. “It is time.” she says to herself with a determination she did not feel; her herd needed her and she could no longer continue to let them down.

Turning from the panoramic view of the Distant Peaks she picks her way across the sodden terrain; Courant had ceased her tears some time ago yet the lands remained overburdened with her grief, or whatever is was that had cause her extended assault on Hoof Prince. To many had died and still more had moved on to escape the torrential deluge that had proceeded from winter the hot vibrant colors once again. The soft breeze of Altus caressed her frame as she moves from the wooded borders of the inner sanctum, her refined wings tucked neatly against her side though she still felt no more encouraged to hold them up as to let them drag. Her heart yet ached for Rhone as it had since his departure and as it would for some time to come, moving on had never once crossed her mind and so she forced herself to bury the over whelming melancholy beneath a regal mask so complete that only those of Elyria's element would see what troubled her.

Whispers on the wind bring unto her ears the deep vocals of the newest stallion to have joined the regimental of the north; she could not have come at a better time, Delphinium wished to see her that much she would not question but why would the wilting of her blue ice flora trouble the maiden so when the fall months were reputed to diminish even the most hardy flora life? A glow of light gleams from behind Arianah's left ear as she beckons Altus' winds to her bidding, laying a message upon them for the sturdy stallion. “Your loyalty and sense of duty to my mistress is admirable young Broken Dreams and I am grateful for the message you have brought to me.”

Picking up a brisk pace she follows the path her informant had taken, dancing with light airy steps until the young buck comes into view. Her steps lacks little of the confidence Broken Dreams have ever seen from her, her head at a regal height as her alluring gate begins to slow as distance is diminished to a handful of feet where she comes to a halt and tips her head in greeting. “If counsel is what you seek Broken Dreams then I shall do my best to ensure that counsel is what you receive. We shall leave to seek the Oracle immediately, she does not call for ones attendance often; that is unless your matter is more pressing then I am assuming it is... please. What is it you seek my attendance for?” She asks. It was not that she wished to put the Oracle on the back burner, no one could accuse her of such things but Broken Dreams had sought her out not just to relay a message and Arianah could see as much in the pondering appearance of his features.