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03-12-2014, 08:29 PM
"Of course." For so long she had been left behind by everyone that she came to care about that it left her in a state of shock that Ruske had found his way back into her life so suddenly. Had it been on purpose? Had he actually looked for her or had some twist of fate, some happy coincidence made him stumble haphazardly into Helovia's waiting arms? She didn't care that he was sick, didn't care that there was the thread of her getting sick because of him. The warmth of his body against her own brought back memories of a happier time in her life. Back when the Woodlands were still full of life, Roanne saw to the warriors protecting their home, and she negotiated with the other herds to keep the peace. Her muzzle sought out his neck and she breathed in his scent, hoping in vain that he would still smell of the Woodlands that had been her only sanctuary. He apologized and she smiled and gave the slightest shake of her head. "Don't be." she murmured. How could she even think about being upset with the one that actually came back? He had plagued her thoughts and her dreams for so long and there he was in the flesh, sick as a dog, but alive As the other stallion spoke she regarded him once more, her head dipping as he accepted Ruske's decision to go with her. There wasn't any doubt in her mind that the stallion wouldn't go with her back to her new home, but sickness was a funny thing and could sometimes have a way of altering the mind. "Let's go." She said after they were told to try not to die. Her tail twitched and in her head she could hear Tallis' hiss at the statement. "It wasn't a threat... I don't think." She tried to placate the dragon, but he had been agitated ever since their run in with Ampere in the Threshold and coming back had done nothing to help with that. The autumn mare turned and began to pick her way through the forest in the Edge's direction, a sense of urgency in her step. She needed to get Ruske to a healer because the sooner he was well the sooner she could question him about where he had gone and what he had seen. And what had happened to him in Isilme. |
