A family meeting

// Low quality lore post, because that's all that you get. "Oh, for how long have I searched for you, my friends?" Atop of a hill, amidst the snow, a large patch of blue flowers grows. Even in the harshest of temperatures, when all other plants hide away, they stand there and glow their soft hues. Some would consider this a pleasant, albeit uncommon, sight. But others... They knew that these plants were nothing to be in awe by. Any folk with the slight knowledge over the psionic powers could feel that the very air was tainted. A figure trudged alone through the thick snow, barely visible in the darkness of this moonless night. Through the valley and up the hill, the silhouette of a stallion arriving at his final destination. And there he stood, the glow of the flowers dimly illuminating his white clothes and grey coat. He knew them all, they were all his friends, his family, but he never managed to stop them. Snow was pulled away and the bones came into view, poking out from the dirt towards the sky. Fractured, roots grew from the shattered remains, feeding the glowing flowers the psionic energy of those that had fallen in the ambush. But none of the skulls shook him as bad as the last one he uncovered. -+-+- The salty breeze of the ocean rolled up the great dune, carrying with it the sound of strings, trumpets, drums, and laughter. "Graceful like stones swimming upstream!" Zerathur called out towards the sea, watching as Mel and Milla became blurs of white, red, and brown in the tumbling waves. The young chloromancer set aside his chunk of paraffin, taking a moment to look over his longboard before finally getting up. A mess of yellow mane shuffled next to him. "Oy, oy, oy, get back here, you were blocking out the sun." Geld's grumbling voice was barely heard over the loud surf rock playing from the boombox. The request, however, was completely ignored by the grey-coat, who stepped even further away from the protoss laying on the sand. "It's a bad time to be sleeping, Rapunzel, the waves are high today! But if you really want to, call Four Eyes, their ego is large enough to shade the whole beach." With a mischievous chuckle, Zera pulled up his surfboard and quickly made his way down to the shoreline. There, waiting for him, sat a filly with a white coat and a short green mane. This was Erian's first time at the beach, and she's been sitting there for the last hour or so just staring at the comes and goes of the waves. "Ready for your surfing lessons?" The chloromancer questioned his younger sister upon approach, smiling widely. And in response, all that he received was the silent smile of a hollow skull. -+-+- "Why did you have to follow them?" The figure in white clothes sat down before one of the patches of glowing flowers, strands of mane falling over the face and hiding the glistening tears that froze midway through the cheeks. If only he could lay down and join his sister and his friends in the eternal silence... But another silhouette stood before the dark sky, a single red eye that pierced through the darkness. She spoke no words, but he knew what ran through her mind. With one last look over the hill where the last of his kind met their end, Zerathur stood up and moved to join the second figure. Together, they'd make their way back home.