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08-28-2012, 08:39 PM
Together they all seemed to struggle. With every step now Chas's breathing was growing worse. Irene tried to help pick up the pace slightly. If only she knew more about healing on the inside.... or had magic to help the healing along. With a frustrated snort all the flaxen mare could do was urge the younger bay along. It seemed like ages before they came to halt. Softly she whispered. "Rest Chas... We're here.... She's getting us help. Just hang in there ok?" Irene's blue eyes looked into the dual colored eyes of the young bay. She had to make it. After all, they were all each other had left from Isilme....
During the escape and the long walk to Helovia, they had talked some when they could. Chas knew of Irene's comrads, and Irene knew of Chas's mother and how she died facing two of the shades. Now if only the healer would hurry up. They had heard the call for him, but now even Irene whinnied loudly trying to hurry him along. Chas's breath was labored, and Irene was not willing to let her friend die waiting on a healer.
During the escape and the long walk to Helovia, they had talked some when they could. Chas knew of Irene's comrads, and Irene knew of Chas's mother and how she died facing two of the shades. Now if only the healer would hurry up. They had heard the call for him, but now even Irene whinnied loudly trying to hurry him along. Chas's breath was labored, and Irene was not willing to let her friend die waiting on a healer.
