She let out a breath and continued walking. The ash wastes beneath her barely passed by her hooves, her horn glowed to light her way and tie her to the anchor which would guide her back. If the lords of Tartarus wanted to speak with her, she would soon find out. Mountains of shale passed by in the distance in a blur, as the ash barely lifted with each hoofstep. The ‘clouds’ shifted in colour and hue, but to no shade she could identify, not reflecting light but hiding whatever baleful source of light kept everything in this land without shadow hideously visible.