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07-16-2014, 04:52 PM
Sikeax Two more are left, and she knows the exact location of the Aloe Vera. She could get there if she put her heart to, but Andromeda is worried as of the location of limestone. The amount of time she's spent wandering the desert is short; only specific places have her coming to them regularly, and there isn't much time left to explore. "I know exactly where Aloe Vera is. If you're fine with it, we can split up. You can take to the skies to search, and I can get straight to where we need to go. I'll be in that direction," With the usage of her horn, she turns her head east, knocking through lifeless air to motion to the location of the Aloe Vera. "you can't miss it. You can carry the Myrrh in your mouth when you fly, and then when we reunite, two birds would be killed with one stone." She gives her mentor a reassuring smile, trying to say that she could do this if Andromeda had faith in her. Without much more, she half-rears, turning with her front legs, and once her hooves hit the ground, is off in the best gallop that she could muster with the amount of energy she had. Picking out a small one when she gets to them, she strikes it in different ways. First, her horn: it ends in a headache coming on, and an ache where her horn becomes attached to her head. She bows to her front knees, pressing her chest against it. It gives way slightly, but in return, adds a small mark to her chest that bleeds a low amount of blood. Pleased by some change, she figures out a new technique. Coming to lay of one side, her back pressed against the plant, her legs kick outwards in style that was much like running on her side. A loud noise, mainly to her ears when they're so close, tells the end of the plant rooting to the ground. She now stands, shakes the earth, dust, and sand from her coat. Sighing because a few scrapes have now taken home on her upper barrel, she waits, patient in how she knows Andromeda will come soon to load the last into the bag. @[Andromeda] In winter, some voices are like coats - Mosteghanemi |
This beautiful table courtesy of the lovely Sevin
you were angels,
so much more than everything
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