Her eyes, once cherished, praised and likened to jewels in the night sky, had seemed to lose their glow, their sparkle, their very life. So much had changed... It seemed like eons and eons ago that her beloved Demon had stood beside her, bidding her lovingly farewell as he left on a journey of self-discovery, promising that he would return. But he had not. And now he never would. For he was dead.
The familiar lands passed by in a sequence of blurs, Mirage's eyes seeing them, but not acknowledging them. Her hoofbeats were dull and heavy, lacking their usual liveliness, their usual grace and litheness. The grassy knolls soon turned to sandy beaches with their endless waters, stretching out to vast distances, as far as the eye could see.
She barely noticed the change, her gait unconsciously altering to compensate and give her adequate grip, testament to her grace and usual sureness of herself. Raising her head, she sighed unenthusiastically, stopping beside the unicorn stallion and looking round at her surroundings. The land itself was pretty enough, but it still paled in comparison to the richness and beauty of her swampland home.
An ebony shape emerged, and Mirage turned to it, ears flattening warily as it halted in front of her. Sorrel. Her new king.
"Sorrel," she responded flatly. "Nice to meet you." No inflection, no emotions. Dead to the world already, her soul tired, just so tired of everything.