It's best to have failure happen early in life.
It wakes up the Phoenix bird in you so you rise from the ashes.
– Anne Baxter

The burning.

Burning.

Burn.

It was aggravating to him, this feeling of fire. It felt as though all the blood in his veins had been replaced with molten copper. His neck, chest and shoulder turned slick and dark with sweat and the tree he leaned against felt cool in comparison to the rest of him. He shut his eyes against the world and wished he could stopper his ears against the sounds. Squirrels chattered cheerfully as they stock-piled their nuts, and the birds had begun their songs to usher in the day. Usually they didn’t bother him but he found himself wishing for the day they were all south for the winter. The morning would be far quieter and snow would feel blessedly cool against the scorched marks.

There were footsteps, a slow steady pace of one who was enjoying the morning, turned into a hurried pounding of concern. His expression soured as if he took a bite of a lemon. He was in no mood for company, and had little use for the sad, apologetic worry of others. An ear flicked lazily in the direction of the intruder but surprisingly the voice belonged to the doctor. His eyelids parted slightly, a crimson eye peered through the fan of lashes at the cherry mahogany stallion. It would seem that the magic that granted the doctor to heal, also gave him a sixth sense – a knowing for when he was needed, or maybe the cinderbeast was just hard to miss. A muscle jumped in his cheek as he ground his teeth for a moment. “I was in Thistle Meadow at dusk, trying to mind my own business when the Sun God decided to pay a visit” he answered gruffly.

Cineviam was sure that would be all the information the Doctor needed, d’Artagan had been there the day the Sun God had stopped in at the World’s Edge. The soot-stained stallion knew why he purposefully left Daenerys out of the conversation, but it wasn’t like he lied to the Moon Doctor, Cineviam had tried to ignore the silver hornless – had tried to mind his own business, until the deity gave him little choice in the matter.

The muscles under the storm-painted coat grew a little tense. Red eyes are fully open now, keeping a careful watch as the d’Artagan examined his wounds. Doctors had the knowledge to save lives, it was only logical to suspect that they also knew how to kill someone and make it look like the patient succumbed to their injuries. As far as he knew, there was no bad blood between them, but he wasn’t about to stake his life on it. All dark, skeptical thoughts are immediately flushed from his mind the moment the Moon Doctor’s magic cooled and soothed the burns. His eyes fluttered close for a moment and he let out the breath he hadn’t known he had been holding. “That… is…. Marvelous!”

i.cineviam
ii.unicorn
iii.6 years
iv.edge stallion
v.created by blu
vi.adopted by taurus