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06-30-2012, 05:22 PM
The dynamics of the interactions that flowed amongst them were closely observed by the grulla mare, the rise and fall of tension within Asur and the level of activity in Poppy and Jackal's quietness. And then chaos broke out... had Smoke a hand to press against her dusky forehead, she would have then, as Asur and Poppy both reacted rather dramatically to some perception of fire.
A weary sigh rumbled out of the mare before she stepped forward and placed herself between Asur and Poppy, pretending not to catch the scent of smoke that wafted into the air from behind her, where Jackal and Dei were. "There is no fire and nor will we be using any tonight." She spoke up firmly, looking from stallion to mare with a look that brooked no argument. "Poppy, will you make up a poultice for Asur's face with the herbs you have? Asur, we need to clean your wounds before we apply anything to them. Zaffre is already getting some moss to wet in the pool with which to wash them."
The blue had darted off just before the fuss got out of hand, and now flew back with front legs grasping a dripping bundle of moss. He settled on Smoke's haunches, and trilled softly. "If you would lean your head over my back, Asur, Zaffre will clean your wounds and then apply the poultice that Poppy makes." Her demeanor had softened again, with the intent of encouraging calmness to proliferate here. Her gaze flickered back to Jackal, and she offered the colt a smile.
A weary sigh rumbled out of the mare before she stepped forward and placed herself between Asur and Poppy, pretending not to catch the scent of smoke that wafted into the air from behind her, where Jackal and Dei were. "There is no fire and nor will we be using any tonight." She spoke up firmly, looking from stallion to mare with a look that brooked no argument. "Poppy, will you make up a poultice for Asur's face with the herbs you have? Asur, we need to clean your wounds before we apply anything to them. Zaffre is already getting some moss to wet in the pool with which to wash them."
The blue had darted off just before the fuss got out of hand, and now flew back with front legs grasping a dripping bundle of moss. He settled on Smoke's haunches, and trilled softly. "If you would lean your head over my back, Asur, Zaffre will clean your wounds and then apply the poultice that Poppy makes." Her demeanor had softened again, with the intent of encouraging calmness to proliferate here. Her gaze flickered back to Jackal, and she offered the colt a smile.
