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Tor approached the two equines, ears pricked, eyes gentle and seeking. The mare was a mildly pretty thing, perhaps not beautiful with her clumsy movements, but you could see in her eyes she was a gentle soul, with no wish to harm others, even if she sought something in return for her services. Of course, in case you were wondering, her service is healing. Although she was currently travelling to the Veins of the God to ask for the true power, she could help realign and stop bleeding using old-age practices; moss and salt water taking up the majority. Alongside this, sometimes the gray tobiano could manage to make a clumsy splint bound with vines. Obviously, the pegasus was in pain- Tor could make out the cloying blood along her badly aligned wing, and the distress the mare must be in.
"Hello?" Tor took several steps closer, ignoring the young equine stallion. "I'm a healer. I may be able to help you." Her practiced eye ran over the injured mare's wing. Salt water, a handy thing, would help clean out the wound, if not very painful. A good clean creek would be most useful afterwards. The misaligned bones made the healer suspect a broken one in the wing. Moss, if held to the wound, would help to stop the bleeding. The slate-gray mare, patched white, dropped her head and sniffed the wound. The salty tang of blood was most prominent, but she could smell a touch of wild cat. Lynx? No, cougar. If only I could actually heal! Tor cursed to herself. But her offered help was sure to be better than nothing for the poor creature.
"talk talk talk"
move move move
think think think
Word Count: ??? (too lazy to check)
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