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12-25-2014, 06:45 PM
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But rising on up and then tumbling down Heading home from the keep of new souls, she paces gracefully through the meadow, trotting and racing beside her darkened light, rust tinted feathers whipping in the breeze as he flies through the air with wind slipping beneath his grasp. She jumps forward lightly, hooves landing softly from the air as her wispy crystalline tail flows within the wind as she changes pace to move quicker, watching as a earthly toned figure descends from handfuls of strides away, hitting the earth with a solid thump. Concern rolls over her features, fear swallowing her heart as she approaches in fear of being caught by a stallion and foal, side by side with their hooves and horns ready to shatter the body she treats carefully. Closing the distance between her and the small lump, watching as a winged childe rose from the prickled flowers, lavender flowers clinging desperately to her light brown bodice. Reaching the child she takes notice of the raised hoof, ears falling back. Tempestas est super nos, her light calls, frantic as thunder rumbles and roars, threatening to send the world astray. Looking down at the babe's ankle, she looks up to frown towards the youth. "Does it pain you?" She asks, faint flashes of herbs and poultices being applied to swelling limbs causes her a shock, stumbling in an ungraceful manner as the filly falls to the ground with purpose in her actions. Lowering her head she smiles, neck hanging over the little one. "Fear not, I will aid you." Her voice is soft, soothing tones dancing over her unmoving lips, laying out over the childe. Her guide lands beside the babe, stepping curiously towards her with his eyes wide, although he had seen many a youth before, it was never that he got to see one so close. "talk talk talk" -- casually crashes thread -- well it's part of the process
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