Walking through Novus was... disorienting. It was like he had looked into a lake, and seen the reflection of Elysium and walked through to the other side... and on the other side was Novus. It didn't look the same - Then again, he had never seen much of Elysium aside from the waste, with its red barrens and towering sandstone - But it felt... similar. Elysium had always felt alive. As if the air itself was humming with life. Novus felt like that too. But that wasn't why he was lingering in these lands.
It had been short and fleeting... but upon entering, he could have sworn, that for just a moment he had caught a whiff of his mother. He knew that it was probably just his imagination, a small piece of him holding out hope that maybe she was alive out there. That was impossible though. Even if she had made it out of Elysium alive, which he doubted she had (He had seen the woods, as he'd fled, impossibly large trees all crumpled on top of each other, The giant Artax fleeing, crushing anything in their path), she had been healed somehow through Elysiums magic, and he had no way of knowing if it would hold up afterward. In short, he was rather certain that she was dead. And gods knew where Cavalier or Eremurus had fled to. He narrowed his eyes thinking about it, still bitter about how they could have left him and his mother without a single word.
Even still, it had been there and he couldn't help but linger, if even just for a little while. And maybe it would be nice, to explore for a little while. He had spoken to a few on his journeys, but he had never gotten to know anyone. Perhaps here would be different. The field around him seemed to go on forever, the wild grass coming up just past his knees in places. It was vast if nothing else, but also beautiful. He was so lost in his thoughts and his admiration, that he didn't notice the mare up ahead.
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