Rohiri

Lifting her head towards the sky Rohiri's ears fluttered to navigate all the sounds the forest provided; Yet none of them held the familiar feelings her friends produced. It had been a futile daydream to believe she could hear them, to much time had past since the mooredrake beasts had lunged and scattered their herd. Her attempts up until this point in locating them were fruitless. Following the magical webs that permeated this forest was impossible, not because of their invisibility, like all eosi she knew to look for the shimmer in likeness to the jewelry adorned by her kind; But because this area was so saturated in magic it dispersed to replenish itself before she could follow the emptiness. If only it were so readily useful after she ingested it... But it meant there was no path to follow her friends. Forlorn Rohiri settled into the grass beneath her, the shine of her own jewelry catching her attention as she layed. It cascaded through her mane and down her back, every bit as glorious as one of her kind could hope for. Captivated by it she stared unblinking as a thought crept into her head. Everything else had been a failure.. but -that- wouldn't be. Using stored magic was dangerous.. a last resort. It took so long to convert it. But what wouldn't you give up for love? Biting off all of her jewelry she than separated it equally, imbuing every cluster with an important memory of that missing friend. One at a time she pressed the clumps in the dirt, twisting the magic into a hoof sized stead of the eosi she was missing. The images appeared slowly, and Rohiri smiled in relief as the first one started to form. She didn't wait to watch further, moving to each cluster as soon as the magic had been invoked. Her precious reserves scattering in a puff of magic dust until the last piece was spent. The small images romped excitedly to see her, in the personalities of their likeness. And as overjoyed as she felt.. something nagged at her. Rohiri counted the prancing miniatures then glanced to towards the place she'd created them. The second one had not worked.. the image was scattered and never made it to life. Had she botched it in her haste? At her command the small friends faced the direction of their real being, all in opposite paths. There was only one more choice, it had to be done even without jewelry. Placing her hoof atop the image of her remaining friend, Rohiri summoned her own magic to siphon into the spell. More and more she poured into it even though the Eosi remained unfinished. Magic is not ment to condense this way...Rohiri could feel the strain heating in a chain reaction, coursing throughout her body. The pressure burned causing smoke to roll off her back as if her innerds had caught fire.. her flesh keeping the flames at bay. As the pain and smoke surrounded her Rohiri knew she had to stop. Lifted her hoof she gazed at the formed face of her friend. The clarity of pain bringing truth. With sorrow and determination the now smoke clouded Eosi stood. They could not fully form because they had not escaped and what she was seeing was all there was left.It was time to find the others.