The Academy: way out in the water ; Marshall

She would only smile, had he mentioned a lack of difference between the two lands, she’d only have smiled and shaken her head. he mentions nothing and so she does nothing more then remain still, blank and waiting on his agreement. She nods her head, carefully stepping away and taking a moment to consider him. The chimerical mare is restless, she moves passed him, her body only lightly passing him- allowing a small amount of flesh to brush against his. She contrasts him, her smoky black body splattered with patchy gray hairs on her legs and underbelly, her half white face and mismatched eyes- she contrasts him. His smile and laughter, his joy and love of kinship, she offers a sigh. She’d only ever wish to be so carefree, but instead she resists.

Her head turns as she passes him, her eyes carrying a sort of maternal pride, a display of happiness. She chuckles, and offers a smile as she goes to walk away—and as she does so she turns then, when she stands on the edge of the horizon; “Marshall,” she calls his name, her voice airy and her lips curved in a smile “you will see soon what I mean, friend, about the Range. Tell Kale this; Elemmírë has sent you on her behalf.” She turns away, her body mutating and shifting, her foxish grin lingering, as she dives down- disappearing into the open grass of Academia, a barking sound pressing into the air, she warns in whispers, inaudible to him or anyone else (“I will be your downfall; the end of forever.”) only dust remains.