It seemed so quiet.  As if the world itself was becoming mute, or perhaps that she herself fell in line with the deaf.  The moment her legs refused her and she came to be on the ground she felt like she hadn't moved for hours.  She felt alone in those hours when in truth only mere seconds had come to pass and Cyrus made his way near.  Wiflor would lose her awareness bit by bit as he came close, her eyes almost black as a starless night midst the new moon yet there was some glimmer of her normal blue eyes still hiding beyond it.<br/><br/>"...Fo..."<br/><br/>Her voice sounded almost like a plea that held out what little strength remained.  Sure she had enough power to wrestle down an army of hatchlings, perhaps the dragon mother and father alike too.  But her mental limit was broken.  The voices that were haunting her mind were a thing of melancholy.  Archaic Melancholy that kept her in the throe of despair and fiery anger as the moment called upon it.  In a way a cord of discord that often could be found by those tainted by the scene.  But she wanted to hang on.<br/><br/>How deeply she wanted to hang on as she were taken up to Cyrus' arms and shown before Atticus.  Her focus lost on Cyrus with his arms under her she felt that it was possible to try and relax, her eyes weakening and dulling.  She was faced towards Atticus but at that moment she couldn't even see him.  All she could see was the voices, as though the whispering became a thing tangible to sight itself.  The scene was slowly drowning out all senses.  Even when Cyrus began moving her further to bring her to her feet she became like jello.<br/><br/>She didn't know what their plan was.  If they were planning to leave the scene or press farther in but she didn't want to go any farther.  Held up solely by Cyrus she fret going farther inside and began to tear up as her legs quickly gave in again.  Cyrus sadly would have to pick up Wiflor who held no will to keep walking.  But no matter which way they went, deeper or out Wiflor would continue to shed her tears, unable to see what direction it would be.    All she knew was this was not a good place.  It was a bad place.  A place she was wishing they'd go far away from.