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"I am here." The words were spoken softly, but firmly, with an accent only the mare and her siblings possessed from a realm eternally bathed in moonlight. The charred femme hadn't moved from her vigil beside the maiden, though she had cloaked herself in her illusionary magic, more out of habit than anything. Now it dropped away, and she lowered her muzzle to reassure the maiden that she was near. "Are you feeling better?" Mirage had watched the mare sleep, could see the dreams as they tormented her mind touch her facial expressions, and with concern she wondered just what had happened to this young creature, who should, by rights, be only experiencing innocent happiness. Though that wasn't the case for Mirage herself, but then her history was a unique and complicated one. "When you feel up to it, try to stand - I will be here to support your weight when you cannot." Her words were gently commanding, but it was better for the flicka to be on her feet rather than on the loam in a land like Helovia. Once she was standing her blood would be able to pump more efficiently, and she would start feeling better faster. Encouragingly, the mare whickered, and Akaith, who had been gliding about, landed upon the loam beside the maiden, singing softly her own encouragement. |
