Onni had heard a great upset from the edges of the land upon which she stood. Fear prickled in her spine at the sound of a great bellow or a roar, transforming her from a solid standing figure into something much less permeable. Wind soared more quickly over the Dragon's Throat than the tobiano could in her natural state, bringing her weightlessly to rest above the scene where her beloved mentor lay collapsed, bloodied, and broken on the floor. Her shock was enough to wrest her from the air, weight gaining on her body with every passing second. Wings ceased to beat as she fell from ther sky, brain starting to function only soon enough to bring up her wings to stop her from becoming a similar pile of wasted blood and flesh she now stared upon.

Hooves met the earth softly, but soon tore into the sand and rock to propel her painted body forward, blonde mane and tail soaring behind her like a banner. Feathers made a cutting noise like a blade as she covered the distance, her knees buckling just before she reached the familiar face of her friend. Tears poored outward, ceaselessly falling from the blue chasms that were once brightly colored eyes. The skin was torn away from her white knees, but she felt no pain. Not even the gentleness of her own tears were felt, wet upon her face. Those eyes saw nothing, not Azzuen or his child, as she was bent collapsed by the figure who she came to think of as her father.

"I can fix this," she began to plead to the dying stallion, calling up strength from the sun above her, willing her magic to flow through her body and onto the crimson stained black pelt below her. The sun seemed to shift in the sky, lurch to her side, and the mare began to glow like white hot embers. Her body levitated slightly, an intense light. All of the healing magic that surrounded her, gifted by the Gods, was useless, however. The light would not touch the still and chilling body of her lost friend. It stayed wrapped around the healer's own frame. No matter how hard Onni pushed, the fire and light would not budge toward a corpse.

Soon, not long, the power faded from around the painted mare, and she was lowered again to the ground, gently. While the Sun would not resurrect the dead, it tried to give peace to the living. Tears dried up in the pools from which they fell, a sullen expression worn on a brave face. "What I would not give to have you smile at me again, Voltaic."

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