She moved, lifted a dark head from the folds of a star-strewn wing and glared down at him with fierce blue eyes that to him seemed aglow with annoyance. A jolt shot through his chest as he met her gaze, as if lighting had struck in the vicinity and he had gotten a share of the sizzling energy. It was a peculiar sensation, like ants crawling over the skin or the fluttering of a moth so close that he could feel the jet stream from its smattering wings - he couldn't remember when such a feeling last came over him.
He opened his mouth to say something, but she intercepted him; with sudden trepidation he watched as she stood up and began to speak, voice just as fierce and intense as her eyes and the words colorful. He wanted to shout out a warning when the seemingly thick and sturdy branch groaned and sank, tried to reach out with his innate magic to stabilize the wood and strengthen the fibers, just enough so that she would have time to get down safely... But there wasn't enough time.
Grimacing in horrible premonition Lace took a step back out of harms way. A gasp, a snap; he felt himself pummeled by a sudden violent gust of wind that whipped white tresses into his eyes and mouth and nearly choked him, and with a crash and dull thud the mare fell to the ground. She was lucky to escape virtually unscathed, and so was he. The branch had fallen just where he had stood moments before, and as the wind died down leaving nothing but upset birds and slowly falling leaves to tell of its passing he found himself staring at it, cold sweat breaking out along the neck.
"Close" Fajira commented from afar, leaving flashes of imagery behind; of blood and steaming red flesh, of crimson-splattered feathers scattered over the ground and a sensation of filling the stomach.
"Too close he agreed, blowing a huff of upset breath through flaring nostrils before finally discovering that he was able to move again.
Pushing the mental imagery from his dragon away - it was much too vivid for his taste and way too colorful considering what could have happened here - the stallion stepped over the fallen log and padded quietly over to the star-colored girl. His frown of concern stiffened as she turned to look at him, the anger in those dazzling sky-blue eyes almost palpable. Did she blame him for her fall? But he hadn't done anything, had just asked... Confused, worried and rather puzzled he watched as the anger suddenly faded, replaced for a moment with a horribly blank stare... and then she burst out laughing.
He stood there quite perplexed, without a clue what to do. An ear twitched nervously, he shifted his weight between legs and gleaming yellow eyes tried to look at her and anywhere else at the same time as tears streamed down the dark cheeks. 'Are you alright?' seemed such a redundant question. She had fallen from a tree, a drop of several feet; of course she wasn't alright. And yet there were so few words to choose from at that very moment, Lace's thoughts horribly numb and empty in the face of this girl who cried and laughed before his feet. He felt like a colt again, a feeling he wasn't very fond of.
"Does it hurt?" he eventually managed to say, the words clumsy but the concern in the soft voice honest enough. Rather cautiously he took another few steps towards her and bent down low, a dark velvet nose reaching over to brush away the tears that stained her pretty face.
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