It would appear that the new season was really trying to hit it off hard as the rain poured down like the falling of a billion glittering diamonds shards against the angry canvas: A sky engaged with clouds filled with the shifting seasonal weather, looming above the red desert. It’s not going to clear up anytime soon, she moued as she ran across the sands, head low and wings folded into a cap in the hopes to keep most of the rain out of her eyes. Silver water crept in little streams over the reddish rocks that she passed, and vast soil of the island washed away loose sand to end in little puddles that had grown across the stone surfaces. It left the rocks gleaming in the bright wet wash of the lighting that went on and off – on and off. But then, even through the blur that her vision had turned into as she rushed in the direction of the oasis, silhouettes caught her hooded frown. In an abrupt slide she had halted her steps until she stood still like a statue of old. She was left to the mercy of the falling skies as her eyes were taken by the figures standing under the tree. Apparently they had decided to seek shelter from the storm that raged over the land. For a few silent seconds she watched them stand beneath the darkened sky, questioning their intentions as water ran across her already soaked body. Then, as abruptly as she had been able to stop her movements, she turned the switch on again and rushed over the glowing sands towards the unidentified entities.

She arrived at the pair, still panting from her run (and the before that wild-sea-rowing she had done to get back home.) She glanced at the two, an equine she vaguely remembered seeing around and her companion. She let go of her quick breath.“Phew,” she whistled low as she took her place under the umbrella-shaped crown. “Some weather.” With a calmness that stood in contrast with the storm displayed on her face, she shook her sodden coat and dripping mane. Then her golden eyes glanced side-wards to the one she had forced her undervalued and always so delightful company on. It was a mare with a light coat, dark mane and an interesting blue marking on her tailbone. She dug in her mind again to find some kind of memory, which could perhaps prove that she knew the mare, but she didn’t find anything standing out in particular. The tigermare glanced at the dragon whose scales lit up in the wary light. Even though there were enough things she wanted to say – the reason why she rushed over, for one, but somehow she couldn’t just say anything. Because perhaps there was a reason; a why, although it could also simply be her mind, being left in an oscillation of principles and priorities.

So instead of forcing her better judgement upon the mare, she stood silent. Moved her thoughtful gaze at the dramatic skies instead. But if this girl was the Throats healer, there was only one thing she needed to say – or to ask so that she would dream a better dream tonight. “Have you seen any casualties from the invasion yet – left-overs, fallen ones?” She moved her silent eyes to the mare, which she finally thought to remember was Sikeax. Her voice had been serious and had slowly turned into a careful whisper. Softly she blew out the droplets that had gotten too far into her nose as she took her time to wait out the next loud thunder. “If there is anything I can do...” I want to care. She may not even be able to tend to the wounds of the wounded, but she could tend to the minds. Ease their suffering. Still, was this mare really only standing here – risking her life by staying put here, under this tree in heavy thunder, to look out for soldiers seeking the mercy of the Throat? Or was that too much of stretch, even for the likes of a Dragon’s Throat healer?



"Talking." @[Sikeax], sorry for making you wait this long! ; ^ ; needed to get caught up first!

Maren