| World's Edge Filly |
| Filly :: Unicorn :: 15.3 :: Yearling |
| Bunnie |
A great amount of hubbub nearby garners Maude’s attention, and the yearling pulls away from the shrub she had studiously been tending to, and makes her way in the direction of all the shouts at a swift canter.
Seemingly trampled by a deer or passerby, many of its branches had been broken, and were withering, and all about this wound the plant itself was suffering. So, she had stopped, and carefully begun to snip away the snapped boughs with her teeth; by the time the noise had lured her away, the shrub still had some damage withstanding, but the girl was sure that, even if she did not come back to finish her task, it would live.
The ginger kissed darling arrives upon a birth: not the aftermath, as she had seen for some others, but the actual act. Though she is sure it entails groaning and some measure of blood (for her father had carefully explained the more… innocent, scholarly details of bringing life into the world), something feels very wrong, as if they bustle of the many individuals about isn’t enough to clue her in. The mother is hidden by the already gathered healers, and as Maude looks about, she finds she knows all of them here, except the stallion.
Lyanna is tending to the foals, and Kiada has dropped some chamomile on the ground in front of Raeden. Instantly the girl thinks of how tasty that herb is, before another thought leaps in like a raving tiger. Miss Raeden! Maude focuses in on her friend’s mother’s face, and finds it pained, and worried. Oh no! Quickly she shoves her nose into her endless pockets after tossing her frivolous amounts of pale hair aside, sniffing as she rifles through the unseen plants. Grabbing out a wad of Lady Fern, she places it gently next to the chamomile already procured, before looking at the learned sleuth’s face with a soft smile and perked ears. Taking a few steps back towards Lyanna and Kiada, the girl wears a most worried expression.
"Something is wrong," she quietly tells her fellow medics, trying to keep the obviously worried stallion and Raeden from overhearing, "I… I don’t know what. But Miss Raeden should be moving more."
Inside, though, she’s screaming, running back and forth from mental filing cabinet to another, paper streaming from the air in waves and rivulets. She’s never been at a birth before, much less one that something was going so obviously wrong. Miss Raeden seemed as if some of her inner spark was diminished, after all, and when Maude remembers meeting Katua and Zubari, still damp alongside their dam, she had been full of vigor, and love. Deciding that it doesn’t matter what is wrong, Maude is going to fix it, she suddenly lifts her chin, filled with a renewed vigor, and sense of prideful hope.
"I have magic!" she quips, jutting her chest forward, to reveal her brown pouch, full of leaves – not that she’ll need it, really, as she’s standing in the middle of a forest, but the pearl string pouch is a very physical reminder that she can make the life left in foliage slip into the body of another. Turning to her patient with the curt question she had practiced asking, after her daddy had instructed her to never touch a person or use a power on them without permission, especially while healing. "You don’t mind if I use it on you, do you Miss Raeden?"
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how to be brave
how to love when I'm afraid
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Hold onto this lullaby, even when the music's gone.
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[O] And The Angels Fell { Birthing }
