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01-13-2014, 09:15 PM
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have you seen that girl? A gentle few steps, hesitant. She is unsure, afraid. She wants to find Nato, to walk in his shadow, knowing he could protect her. He tried to protect Kahlua.. mind wanders as the sweet honey coated tone of the mare appeared in her head. Delicate lobes lay flat as she sees the scene replay in her head, happening to her as she walks in the hoofsteps of a dark stallion, and a dun mare. She can feel the creature on her back squirm in its nest of moss, knowing it must be feeling her emotions. Sorry, young one. She murmurs through her head, wondering if the dark little bundle could hear her or if she was simply talking to herself. She follows a newly worn path into a hollow in the earth. Flattening her ears, the girl makes her way down the steep slope, following after her herd mates. She sees two mares and the dark stallion she had followed behind. He is thickly built, muscular, and coated in a blanket of coal. Her stained orbs flicker to the dun mare, who is offering catnip to calm the panic stricken palomino. Waltzing forward, the girl examines her, frowning. She was panicked, likely by the recent turn of events. She watches the dun return to a box, the girl following curiously. As she gazes into the box of herbs, her heart skips and a blaring white light swallows her vision. She bustles around, panicked. She swears, staring at her supplies. She found that she was low on catnip and chamomille. She shakes her head, turning to her apprentice, a small colt with piercing red orbs. "Take someone else to find some catnip, chamomille and if you could snag a few juniper berries, that'd be swell." Turning away from the buckskin, she swiftly glides over her stock, grabbing cloves, witch hazel and aloe, neatly placing them in her sack before running out of her pantry. In the main room, burned soldiers are gathered, groaning over their wounds. The damage was horrific for some, while others got off lucky. She finds the horses with the worst damage, her first patient a stallion whose left portion of the face was burned beyond repair. She finds herself shoving what emotions she has away, trying not to let her personal feelings intervene between her work. Finding the little bowl of aloe, she generously applies it to the stallion's wounds, listening to him grunt as she presses it to his face. "Apologies." She murmurs, grabbing the leaf wrap from her sack and wrapping them around his face with the help of one of her nurse's Vinculum, she is able to wrap it around the studs' face. "Visit me if the pain worsens." She sends him on his way, letting a nurse lead him out of the crowded room. She would surely find that dark stud again... And she did. What he had done to her was something she could never forget. It caused her such pain and suffering, she wanted to find the bastard and destroy him. Blinking rapidly, the girl finds herself staring awkwardly at the mare's herbs. She carries her gaze to the mare herself, noticing she is missing an ear. A defect. She whispers to herself, sudden images of sickly foals with missing limbs, lost senses and defects. These images fade, leaving a fresh imprint of fear in her mind. "May... may I learn from you? You seem to know your way around herbs, as I once did." She whispers these last few words, ears teetering. "Maybe you can teach me your ways in medicine and the ways to heal?" Vaguely she sees a bubbling, brewing liquid in a dark pot, steaming. It's color changes as some herb is tossed in, hues go from green to teal. Potions? She questions these memories, wondering if she had actually brewed potions in her living time. "Oh.. I'm Ayelet.." She glances nervously at the dun mare, eyes darting about. Her attention falls from the equine before her to the wriggling bundle on her back. He clicked his beak, flapping his ugly little appendages. He was obviously hungry, but what could she feed him? the one with the fragile laugh and killer smile? |
