The voice which spoke to her was raspy, yet familiar. Though she knew it would likely not do him well to continue to speak, without the much needed water in his system, the mare could not help but provoke his words. The sound of his voice comforted the mare in a way she had not known for a while. Upon the death of Voltaic, the electric stallion that had become more of a father to the tobiano than her own had ever been, there was an odd change in the mare she could not quite describe. Her sorrow over his death was locked away, unlike the pain he had felt for Bandit. There was guilt on her conscience, as she was unable to save him in his time of need, but she had not dwelt upon it as one would expect.

None of this really bothered her. It was as if his death had ushered in a new, thicker coat of resilience toward loss. The short mourning period had ended with the sobering meeting between she and Voltaic's true daughter, Tares. Instead of painting her delicate face with tears, she coated on a hard smile, and went about her life. The heart breaks with each loss, but Onni had forgotten how to feel numb in the wake of such a vast void. Voltaic was the last memory of her old home in the Islands, the last beacon for her saddened thoughts of missing friends and faces. With his exit, she thought no more about Isilme, about Virva or Moth, about any of the others lost.

Until Moth fell back to the earth like a heaven sent gift from her past. Of all of the Islanders, the companionship of Moth was most sorely missed. While he had certainly caused trouble, the stallion had always been close by and easy to talk to - at least for her. Without asking, Onni somehow knew that he would not be off after he was healed. The mare had a feeling he would stay, and that was comforting, comforting as the sound of his raspy voice.

"The Vale?" she asks, breaking out of her reverie at the sound of an unfamiliar name. He mentioned shamans, but had fallen silent. Onni's eyes kept leaning back in his direction questioningly, but she did not ask much else. She was not entirely sure what he meant by physically heal. Did they heal the soul instead? That would be an even more wonderous skill. When the tan stallion stumbled, Onni looked back with surprised concern, only to see a shy grin on his face, one she gladly returned.

Just before the spring, the stallion's voice quit, air brushing over rough stone. Onni gives an apologetic smile, mostly with her eyes, and remains silent until the sound of gurgling water permeates the air. While the mare had broken into a fast paced trot, Moth zoomed past her, none too gracefully, and splashed his face down into the cool waters with a rabid thirst. Onni's own sipping was gentle and calm, though she couldn't help but watch the stallion slurp clumsily with laughter in her eyes. Not being nearly as dehydrated as her friend, the mare finished quickly, moving from the stream to watch Moth's recovery carefully. Lyhty, intrigued with the connection with the stallion he had never seen, chirps on her shoulder as if to ask her.

It was a shame they could not communicate so easily.

However, Onni hums along with his little trill to soothe the bird, who leaps into the air to float before her, hovering in front of her face occasionally. Until, of course, teal eyes fell upon the pair - or more specifically, Onni - once again. The mare silences at the sound of her name, which sounded like Moth was saying more to himself than to call her attention, and Lyhty lands upon her wing, eyes watching the stallion intently. Her own face doesn't fall to his hooves, but tracks his eyes, an ear flicking backward at his sentence. A smirk on her lips, thinking back to the debacle in the Dreamscape, the flight from the shade, how he had never let go of those flowers painted in delicate shades of pink and red.

"I would be surprised if you had," she says, giggling slightly at the end of her statement. "All of the flowers of the Field died early in the season." The anger of the Sun God burned the beautiful field, leaving it practically lifeless. A shame, really, as it had been beautiful in the spring.
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