Smiling warmly she watched the two considering both of them friends, one new one old. The cremello painted mare takes notice of the new glint to Dragomir's smile, but she doesn't say anything about it; for fear of embarrassing him. His words draw a reply from her own lips, "I don't mind at all if you stay and watch Brisa." Parelia watches as the painted stallion picks up his ingenious carrying thing and moves towards her. The excitement in her chest bubbles up even more as he moves closer, but is quickly pushed back down at his words. She knew she shouldn't feel disappointed, but it was hard not to feel that twinge in her kind heart. Biting back a sigh the winged mare watches the stallion.

She obliges his request by lifting her wing closest to him as high as she could reach it. The feathers rippled slightly in the soft breeze, exposing the empty place her a large teal feather should have been. Anger flashes through her white hot and she fights to keep the flames down even though they are screaming to erupt over her athletic body. This would help keep her precious appendages safe from another attack. Ever since that day she kept her guard up always searching for another that might be lurking around the corner. Penna also helped to keep his bonded safe, with his ability to keep watch over the land below him, and feed her emotions with calm thoughts.

Keeping her wing steady as he worked wasn't as easy as you would think. The desire to watch what he was doing was every difficult to fight. She could feel what he was doing though and that was enough to keep her from twisting towards him. Honey eyes were flashing excitedly as the glass slowly formed around her scared joint. The light that comes from her side makes the mare have to fight the feelings to look around. Smiling brightly as she is given permission to move and look. Careful not to hit the two equines she bends and flexes the cream and teal feathered wing. "It feels perfect Dragomir!" Her voice bubbles forth dripping with he joy pumping through her body. She could easily feel the extra weight on her wing, but it was light and comforting, warm from her own body heat. "If you want I'll turn for you so you don't have to pick up your carrier." She smiled brightly unable to help her muzzle reaching towards him thanking him with her body langue. His untactful words are dismissed easily, she understands completely that he has just used a lot of focus and energy helping her, no protecting her.

"Speach" ’Thoughts’ "Ilios Speaks"
Words: 449 @[Brisa]
OOC: It's ok <3