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His eyes were blue. Ice blue. So incredibly pale, so seemingly cold and emotionless for a second. Tor shook her head firmly, and the emptiness was replaced by a note of desperation in those sky depths. There wasn't new for her to learn here- burns she had done, bones... that might be a touch more difficult. But it was a bird, a small thing, a smaller target to stitch together. How is he not in pain? The draft wondered, looking at his burns. Livid pink flesh was a sharp line to his soft golden hair, the scorched areas largest on his chest and lower face as well as legs. Ouch. "Burns like that should hurt, pegasus, unless you have burned all your nerves," Tor replies, confident in her knowledge. Yes, if the damage was very severe, you would feel no pain at all. And yet, his burns did not seem that bad- awful, surely, but not pain-killing.
Yet the draft's eyes softened as he spoke of saving the chick. That deserved something in those brown eyes. "Kindness is stronger than any intimidation," She says quietly. Do not keep the chick waiting, Tor. Sand drifts from her golden hooves as she steps closer, lowering her head to the chick. Only dimly does his name click into place inside her mind as she calls upon the magic gifted to her by the Earth God. The smell of earth permeates the air- warm, moist earth, the smell of a forest, conjuring images of an deep wood filled with sparkling motes of dust and light. There is the usual tug of energy at her gut as the magic attempts to reach out to Leander the LionHeart. "Your name is well-deserved, Leander the Lionheart, if you are courageous enough to fly into the burning trees to save a youngling."
The bird would need food and herbs, as well as the pegasus. "I would suggest feeding the hatchling lavender. I do not know how well it will work with other species, but it is meant to soothe and restore among other uses. As for you, Leander, honey for your throat should work. I assume, like most, your lungs are suffering from ashes and fumes." Tor withdrew slightly, not wishing to intrude upon their space. Uncertain if she should remain or leave, she awaited a response.
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