Water. A plea from the dying, Moth's body called out for an element Onni had no control over. She began to panic, standing next to her dying friend, who was suffering from the heat. Knowing that her feathered friend preferred cooler climates made this even worse, and for one gripping, terrifying moment, she thought that she would be unable to aid him in this moment. The pressure was almost enough to make her unwillingly shift into wind, like she had been prone to in the past. Steeling herself to the moment, though, the painted girl takes another shaking breath before calming her mind.

Light existed in all places, even the cold tops of the mountains that Moth preferred. Onni had only been thinking in terms of the light and fire that she had known in the Throat where she had found her magic, but now she realized she had to be crafty. The situation could not handle anything less than a cunning mind at this point. Lyhty, her little songbird, landed near her shoulder finally after searching separately for a route home, his mind showing her comfort and encouragement. It appeared her momentary panic had garnered his attention, even from far away.

The bird showed her flashes of cool, refreshing water, unable to communicate in words, but rather feelings and ideas. "You found water, Lyhty?" the mare asks, and her companion chirps in confirmation. This eases the feeling in her gut, which was threatening to rise up to her heart again. If she could just heal Moth to the point of getting him up, they could make it to water. Her attention turns back to the tan body at her feet, her muzzle still glowing with white light. She notices his feathers begin to rustle slightly, even in the absence of wind. He's moving, she thinks to herself, her blue eyes looking toward his, still held shut.

The gentle skin flickers open, revealing a duller teal than she could remember. Onni moves her face closer, trying to get it within his line of vision. Perhaps the sight of her would comfort him in some small way, she did not know. When his mouth opens, shuddering words ooze slowly out, and the mare listens carefully to his teetering voice. That he recognizes her is good, yet his perceptions are obviously wrong - he thinks they are dead. "Moth," she says quietly, gently to him. "We are still alive, but you have to hold on for me. I am going to try to cool you off. Stay with me."

Before she began to hone in on her healing, Onni focuses instead on the winds which wrap around the peaks just above. While they are still warm, moving air is better than stale air. Tugging onto the clear threads, the tobiano calls the wind down to the pair, pushing around the fluid with purpose, bringing it like a fan to Moth's body. This would feel cool on his sweaty skin, likely, until she could make a more permanent fix.

Next, her blue eyes close, lifting her pale face toward the sky above, calling on the Sun God to lend her his light. Envisioning the peaks of frosted mountains, cool springs, and snow upon the Steppes, a cold, pale blue light begins to surround her body. The chill is one that even she can appreciate, being trapped by the heat, and hopefully it will fix Moth's immediate problem. A band of light spins from her body, like yarn from a spool, and wraps itself around the fallen pegasus, lifting his body from the ground where it was cast. The thread of light bursts into cold flames, blue in color, taking away from sweat from his figure and invigorating the stallion again.

Light pools around his face last, clearing his mind which had been fuddled for hours. Temperature in his body lowers, easing his delirium and giving him temporary strength. The light recedes from his body, placing him softly on the ground in front of Onni, who still glows slightly in the aftermath of her healing. When the tobiano finally opens her eyes to view her friend, the light finally leaves to return to the sky above, leaving her back to her ordinary painted appearance. The mare smiles happily to her friend, who was in less dire need now. There are so many questions bubbling beneath the surface of her white-washed face, but they do not rise just yet.

Lyhty trills to get Onni's attention - they were not out of the woods yet. Moth still needed water to recooperate completely. He flutters behind the pegasus as if to persuade them to follow him, and Onni smiles at her finch. "We need to find water. Lyhty will show us the way." Turning to walk the way the small songbird is gravitating toward, Onni nods for Moth to follow her. She must heal him first and catch up later.
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