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Nighttime hours were a natural blessing, her time to step away and do as she pleased. The dwindling hours had been spent healing, crying over the wounds inflicted to her friends, mainly the ones placed to the Pegasus she'd grown a fancy to, her crush one the one that caused great amounts of sorrow. Wet tears rolled down her cheek bones throughout the night, small glass fish rest on the ground as she held herself down. Stars frowned down upon her, the Moon's lazy watch telling her she shouldn't so attached to others when they never did last.
Sleep was kind to her, chest aching when she did wake, ribs sore, throat feeling as if sand paper had been rubbed down it. Pain shook the upper part of her body, vision blurred with the dried remainders of tears. The metal chain felt cool against her neck in the fresh, salty air. Waves slammed against the beach she'd be resting on, coming up high enough to strike her. She awoke wet and soggy, ocean sands thick in her coat.
Calls roar through the morning silence, breaking the inaudible screams of dew screaming in misery as the Sun God allowed them to be burned away. Their death gave the land a scent to awaken to, and the noisy intruder that wanted, of all horses, herself.
Her name was the one being bellowed, 'Sikeax! Sikeax!' ruining all the calm air. Embarrassment flooded her; how was she to explain all of this to her herdmates? Surely, there was going to all raw ends of this issue.
Slowly, legs tense and locked up from the painful night she'd gone through, desperate in the cause for sleep that she hadn't received enough of, the oasis refused to welcome her. Heavy lids blurred too much. Something thrashed violently in the water, medium sized in it's pursuit of freedom from the water. Her gaze hardens with annoyance that replaces sorrow, having become cranky in the morning.
Trespassers had come to her home, and they would be treated as such, regardless to how much her name had been screamed. Whatever it is, it pulls itself out of the oasis, too far for her vision to see every detail. She stares, never changing her expression as she steps slowly to the mass. By now, it's done pooled itself under a palm.
Snorting loud with a firm stamp of a hoof, dark tail flicking behind, it's now easier to see what rude creature had appeared. No one else than Amara.
Cuts carve the chestnut's coat, some appear bleeding. A healer's need to ensure others are fine takes over. Steps turn away from the winged filly, going to where there had been herbs hidden away. Yarrow, grass, Stevia, and Thyme hang from her lips, still as she returns to the side of other female.
Bowing down to her knees beside the other, the herbs are deposited. "Why have you come? It was extremely rude of you to burst in like that. How will I explain to my family why a Pegasus crashed into the oasis screaming my name at dawn?" The words are lifeless as the light of her horn shines over the wounds, mixing the Yarrow and grass to place on the bleeding wounds.
"Don't move, that will stop the bleeding. Do you have any infected?" Sweeping over her body, a frown grows. There is still a place to care for Amara in her. "What did you do to yourself?"
OOC: Takes place the morning after she heals Cera.
@[Amara]
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
