She didn't know how long it had been since her hooves had touched Elysiums sands. She had wandered for so long, that magic seemed an unfamiliar sight once more. Immortality, health, and grace had left her bones gradually the moment Elysium had crumbled, and once again she wandered as a skeletal figment of a beautiful woman. Coming through the portal had been horrifying. Luvena Xiaoli was no stranger to pain, it plagued her endlessly, but the pings of electricity rivaled that. She was tossed around, jolted, and finally thrown to the ground of an unfamiliar land. ground that felt somehow... unsteady. It didn't shake, or give under her hooves... but it felt almost as if it weren't really there. 


There were a few nearby where she'd landed, and the looks she was given were... dirty, to say the least. All three of them were winged,  which she didn't think strange, after all, birds of a feather flock together. She didn't stick around long. She pulled herself to her feet, wobbling on thin legs, holding back a small cry as pain sprung through her left foreleg. Clearly not broken, but sprained. The pegasi were beginning to whisper - though whisper was a generous term - she could catch bits and pieces. "-doesn't even have wings!" "Barely strong enough to walk out of the portal-" 

"Yara!" she called back, ignoring the others. She'd gone into the portal with her. as if on cue a mass of fur tumbled out, landing far more elegantly than she had. 'I'm here' the leonberger replied, trotting up to her side. Immediately Luvena leaned into her for support. She made her way out of the area quickly.  

It didn't take long for her to discover she was not welcomed here. Everyone had wings, all of them, and not one would speak to her. They hadn't ventured far from the portal, instead hunkering down in a dark corner, where not many seemed to gather, trying to stay out of view until her leg had healed enough to find somewhere safer. It only took a few days to heal, and Luvena and Yara had planned to leave at midday but were interrupted, by someone leaving the alleyway. 

The figure was.. familiar. She should have recognized her immediately, but so much time had passed, and in that time she had seen so many faces, and places, that most of the faces she'd once known had been lost to time. She could not shake it though, that she knew them, and it was not until she caught their scent on the wind that it flooded back to her. 

The smell of desert sands, so faint she could have mistaken it as her imagination, if she had not carried that essence within her for so long, had it not, for a time at least, engrained them both in the stars. She had to stand there a moment, blink to be sure. Her time in Lyrus may have been muddied in her head after all this time, but it was not forgotten. Trembling on weak legs, she forced them into a trot, terrified that if she didn't move fast enough she would lose the woman crossing the path. 

She came to a dead stop a few feet away, holding her head higher then she had in months. "Syritlh?" her voice was so soft she wasn't even sure it would be heard. full of doubt, and fear that she was mistaken. 

@Syrilth