"Don't kneel-"
The disembodied voice was scolding and rather curt. It flatly refused to echo against the rocks, and so, the words sort of hung, before dissipating quickly. The air behind Kahlua shimmered, then turned dark - as if both saturation and exposure were being sucked out of the scene. Starlight seemed to twinkle faintly in the depths of the darkness, but in such a way as to make it impossible to focus on the points of light. It was an illusion - a mirage. Yet, from the impossible blackness, a lavender leg appeared, followed by a svelte chest. Pupil-less eyes appeared to float, before the dainty and impossibly beautiful muzzle and head followed through. The Goddess' mane stirred ever so gently on an invisible wind, as she elegantly stepped down from some unseen height, onto the stones.
"- you'll dirty your knees." She concluded, much more kindly now. Regally, the Goddess tilted her head, an expression of cold amusement at play on her dainty lips. "Queens do not kneel Kahlua. Not to stones anyway."
Inspecting the mare more earnestly now, she noted the wounds - both internal and external, and frowned the way one might after discovering a stain on a piece of silk. Tutting, the Goddess raised her wings, curling them inwards slightly. A gently breeze began to blow, but only until it reached the painted mare. There, it stopped, wrapping itself around her like a soft blanket. It combed her mane and forelock gently, before seemingly absorbing into her very core. There, it healed Kahlua's wounds, leaving her feeling refreshed and restored. Physically anyways.
Folding her wings back to her sides, the Goddess narrowed her gaze once again. "Now then. What's this all about? Is it about that little battle? Hmmm?" Her delicate ears perked forward, waiting for the Queens reply. She had seen the fight - as if she would let such a thing go unnoticed! Oh yes, she'd seen the snake. And what of it? Kahlua had won, and yet she stood here upset about something. Well. The Goddess wasn't too surprised. Kahlua was a terribly emotional thing, after all. Time would tell if that would be her downfall.
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[O] Sing Sweetly in the Night
