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Wessex joins her, and she can’t say she’s surprised. The other Corporal is often out and about keeping busy, at least as far as Weaver thinks. Besides, happenings always seem to draw a crowd. It’s like a sixth sense maybe, your body just sending you the way of the event. The promise of power is a strong thing, greed a beautiful mistress. Weaver offers her a nod, not entirely sure the other mare will see her given their difference in height. Though Weaver is getting used to be the short one around. Warriors didn’t have a tendency to be quite as short as she is.

Mostly, she keeps her attention on the cheetah, which seems to watch them despite not actually having eyes. It’s a strange sensation, something that makes her feel like there are eyes all around her, not just from one fire creature. Then it moves, and the flames spread, and horses are springing into action in twenty different directions trying to put the flames out. She waits a moment, seeing what other’s do, where she can best help, if it even makes sense to help. The place was pretty much dead anyway, a good burning would do it good. Life grows back, you know?

But mortals don’t really think that way. And of course, that’s the problem. Many if not most of the horses here didn’t have the luxury of flying away if the place went up in flames. Part of her doesn’t care, but there’s a few horses here that she knows and doesn’t necessarily want to watch them turn into little black crisps.

For a moment, she debates just dropping down and rolling around on the flames nearest to her. She could live with some burns, and it would smother the fire well enough. But she has no idea just how magical this fire is, and if the fire will just leave her with normal burns. She’s dealt with worth than some burns. Conquest and his sickness come to mind, the phantom pounding her head from that experience.

Then Reichenbach is saying something about a firebreak, and she turns to watch him. This seems like a reasonable approach. Take away the things that will burn, let the fire die. She joins him, helping the large stallion tear grass and dig up earth. As she moves earth, she tosses any loss dirt onto any nearby fires, hoping to smother it.

Even Raven, who’s been chilling on Weaver’s back this whole time, glides down and does his best to rip grass with his bonded. He’s careful though, wary of those fires, keeping close to Weaver and ready to get the hell out if this fails. To be fair, Weaver’s of the same mindset. She’ll try to help, but she’s not getting charred for a pointless task. Even she’s not that stupid – those would be some ugly ass scars when she came back.

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Summary: Weaver joins Reichenbach and helps to create the firebreak, attempting to smother some of the flames with dirt as well.

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