[Nihoxdria]

How long...had it been? Standing on the edge of the multi faceted rift that had been left from the last Exile war Ethyeria frowned. Not long enough...the land had decayed, the waters of the remaining valleys now running a putrid grey with the ash from the old war zones.
She lifted a thin, elegantly fingered hand to catch one of the ebon strands of her own hair as the wind played obsessively with it. The Ruby encrusted hem of her stubbornly feminine dress was swayed with ash from her trek through the aged battle grounds at her back. She'd come a long way. At her spine the towering guardian she'd named Vortune shimmered in the bleak dawn, it's crest blade yawning in the sunlight. Before her amber eyes the rift stretched towards an uncertian future in the distance. It was all that remained of the Imperial City.
The Exile Rift....and blade at her back.
Ether sighed and turned heel to glance sidelong at her companion with a wide yet distant smirk. "We should head back to the city! when daylight hits the rift it's going to be blinding. We won't be able to continue until the next twilight."