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04-14-2015, 11:34 PM
Sikeax
The water is reviving, washing over her wounds with a gentle hand that brings slight pain, recoiling in such a form that it would seem that it was apologizing for the discomfort it brought upon her skin. A wince wrinkles the lines across her sun burned features, bathed in dim light that fades in the heavenly glow of the Sun above. Any bouts of pain empty themselves into the abyss by the time the two visitors have arrived. A heavy sigh pulls air from her lungs and funnels it into the world through rebirth. Sleep nipped lazily at her mind and she blinks, once, twice, fluttering sky blue eyes behind pale lashes clotted with dust, before turning her small head about to meet him. She had originally wanted someone to work with for the day, but the stallion was not someone she had really known well. Voodoo and Ouija, right? They had met in the past while working on the festival activities, but it hadn't been all that many words exchanged between the two of them. Together, they seemed like strangers who lived in the same apartment complex, only knowing each other's names and faces through constant glimpses of one another and small talk. It couldn't hurt to remove the title of strangers and replace it with something else. It wouldn't wound the pair to ask them if they had plans for the day and would like to aid her in her work. No, not at all. Everyone needed to do their part somewhere along the way. "Good morning." Sleep coats all of her words, still heavy in her physical form as her tail sweeps lazily against her hind legs. "Did I wake you in my arrival?" The well being of the herd's health rested with her and the other healers(who seemed to have fallen off the face of the desert altogether), and to act in ways that compromised their health in any form seemed a sin. "Or are you simply enjoying the morning?" OOC: Apologies for the wait! I was originally waiting for Xy, but gave me the go ahead to skip her. @[Voodoo] "If you could hear me then, can you hear me now?" In winter, some voices are like coats - Mosteghanemi |
This beautiful table courtesy of the lovely Sevin
you were angels,
so much more than everything
:: please tag me
:: minor force and power play allowed
