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08-22-2014, 11:03 AM
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"You have nothing to apologize for," the angel soothed, gentle breaths stirring her friend's locks. Thankfully, Rasta did not appear to be injured, merely dehydrated and overheated. Andromeda had done wonderful work, taking charge of the situation and restoring order when both Sultanas had been unable to do so. The dove was shaken, more so than she cared to admit. She could manage a crisis, of course, but her violent reaction to her loved ones' pain worried her. What would happen if their herd came under attack and she had to watch her dear family fight? Would it distract her, cause her harm, kill her? Would she be so wrapped up in guilt and anguish that she would be unable to defend herself, much less her herd? Rasta's head lay on the downy white of her wing, and she was afraid to move lest she trigger another seizure or cause more pain. Whatever had happened, none of her friends deserved the kind of stress and illness that Rasta had come under. But why did she keep apologizing, as though she deserved her pain, as though she had done something wrong? What could this sweet, sweet mare - her greatest friend since Rowan's death - have possibly done to feel this way? When Africa returned, Sohalia greeted her with a small but weary smile. The one-winged mare placed the water gently by Rasta's head. Andromeda spoke up suddenly, announcing her leave and prescribing a few lingering directions. "Thank you, Andromeda," the angel replied gratefully. "Your services are greatly appreciated, my friend." And when she was gone, and the attention was on Rasta again, Africa voiced the questions that the dove wanted so badly to know. What happened to you? Where have you been? "Talk talk talk." @[name] |
| Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried... |
