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12-29-2015, 01:16 PM
Ashamin sighed with relief when Enna arrived. She came on four delicate hooves, in such a small container, and yet with the power of a goddess. The tendrils of her power came delicate and kind, reaching out for the youngest of them with pure intention and the God of the Spark's ancient magic.
Ashamin stood alone, shaking, and solitary. He was shaking from the cold, maybe, or the shock belatedly settling into his bones with the rain. His eyes felt dark and deep, like pits in the recesses of his skull. It became difficult to see. The world felt gouged away from him, his understanding and footing lost. What was he but floating in some sort of amoral point of confusion?
It was only Lochan that could bring the haruspex back to reality. The dwarfed cerndyr walked back to his bonded with shy reassurance--pressed his marked brow to the stallion's knee and held himself there. They stayed still. They were silent. They watched Enna do her work, watched Erebos try to push her away. But his words were the saddest part, and when Ashamin heard them at last he was made to act himself. He found, somehow, the ground beneath his feet.
He stepped forward carefully, on hooves made for the earth, and moved closer to the healing mare. He extended his nose to her cheek, the greeting he employed with all. He looked at her, shared a side glance with Erebos. "Thank you, Enna," he said calmly, solidly before turning to the younger one. "Erebos, don't doubt yourself. Neither of us could have predicted we'd run into wolves tonight, would we? This is unfamiliar territory, for all of us."
It was a lie. The haruspex did not often lie. But this was a moment when the lie felt necessary, the blow to both of their prides not worth taking publicly. They hurt enough on their own, within their hearts. They both knew that they had made a mistake. As far as Ashamin was concerned, the rest of the herd didn't need to as well.
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