without your love, without your touch, this world for me is never gonna be enough
thinking about you as if i lost you

That place….
She hadn’t even stayed to listen to their trial, the words thrown around by the entire herd before Hobgoblin had encouraged her to have enough, living on the verge of tears as his claws are more real than ever, tearing, ripping, stabbing her body almost obliviously as he rages. Blood boils and burns the inside of her body, twisting her heart into uncomfortable, inhuman shapes while her tongue can’t stand the idea of even speaking.
What she felt needed to be done was done. Megaera had granted her permission to visit the herds for help, Badger would trail along with her, she had a possibly reliable Alchemist(not to say that Alija wasn’t reliable, but the odd mare had never shown her face at meetings), and the herd was at least aware she wanted their bodies for research. The only thing left to do was to fear time and death with black, possibly bloody, tar covered hands and hope, pray to her the Gods that this would get better.
The tree greets her like a stranger greets another stranger, watching each other with suspicious eyes as the Sun Physician blinks ooze for her eyes. Blue eyes seem just a bit darker when the mass outlines them, dulling out the soft, sweet glow of her horn that once dared to offer her some sort of life to them.
Now they only weep like a mother who’s lost her child in some god-forsaken way, having something more vital than a heartbeat ripped from her arms. They finally paint the emotions she wears across the rest of her body, making a whole creature, one built of failure and guilt, past regrets she believes she doesn’t have the strength to kill, and the weight of a single feather she bares like it outweighs the Sun.
Hobgoblin doesn’t tell her that she’s sick, now one of them with an ugly mark. He wields a hot blade in his talons when she searches for his eyes in the dark. The sting of rejection burns deep, thinking over the words spilt at a herd meeting that she bolted from without second thought.
Was his treatment of her because she had enslaved him?
He doesn’t reply and she can’t bring herself to ask the question.
"Hobgoblin?” Tar trickles from her lips, dripping into the orange sand and soaking into it’s skin. A short chirp fills the silence before letting it settle back in. "Please go see if you can find Morrigan and Badger and bring them back here. Sacre too, if you can find him. He’s the black and red unicorn from the meeting.”
Annoyance flickers in the back of her brain, applying gentle stabs to her mental state when she dares to request his aid in her line of work. He is no ‘delivery boy.’
"Amaryllis. The white and gold Pegasus with horns." More wood is thrown onto the fire and she knows she’s pushing this, but if they came and she wasn’t here to ensure they knew this was the place, then would they stay? Would they actually wait while she hunted down the sick and her healers?
"Actually, anyone who is noticeably sick would be nice.” And finally, a growl chased a loud hiss and the flutter of leather wings, screaming at her with his anger and might as if to tell her he ‘wore the pants’ in their bond.

OOC: Research thread for the diseases! Anyone who has been infected, cured or not, is welcome, as well as anyone who might have/know a cure, or just wants to help.
You’re free to write Hobgoblin coming and destroying your day. He’s a rude, mean and cranky asshole who has no second thoughts about being an absolute dick, and can either be written as either a silver Wyvern or Black Serval.
Highly requested to come: @Aithniel @Badger @Morrigan @Ilios
@Sacre doesn’t have to come if you don’t have time, but it’d be nice!
@Maren since she requested to be tagged


"Talk?"