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12-20-2012, 12:38 AM
"And I am Tor." The pretty mare appeared silently, ghost-like, on her golden hooves, warm brown eyes watching the two stallions with careful reservation. Her coat was a cream and silver, with the stone nearly faded- surely she would be pure white by the end of Tallsun, if not the beginning. But for now, she retained her darker base coat. The draft moved on quiet feet, confident but not cocky, wary but not afraid.
Love was something that took ages. She had tried to rush into it, with Lace- and in a fit of drunkenness and wild dreams, with Phaedra, a mare, as well. By now, she had learned her lesson of that tender heart thumping feeling. So instead of letting he heart skip a beat at the sight of the handsome equine, she told it to thump steady and so it did, and her eyes remained not cold, but watchful. She didn't want to think of the whole dilemma with her love life and friendships and crap and relaxing- she wanted to become Tor again. The healer. Simple and peaceful. Close friends with Ophelia. Mentor to Avira. But Avira was getting her own magic, and Ophelia had become scarce.
"Apprentice, unicorn, sir." Those trademark brown eyes settled on the wound. It was no clean cut, as something from a horn may appear- more jagged and 'corroded' about the edges, blood clotting. Surprisingly deep, but not clean. What kind of weapon did that? The mare walked closer, nudging Avira gently with her muzzle. There was a flare of embarrassment somewhere deep inside as she remembered doing the same to Phaedra, after declaring her love for a mare instead of stallion.
She didn't wait for permission. She healed. There was a faint tingling as she harnessed the power, the scent of sunbaked earth and leaves intensifying. And he was healed.
Love was something that took ages. She had tried to rush into it, with Lace- and in a fit of drunkenness and wild dreams, with Phaedra, a mare, as well. By now, she had learned her lesson of that tender heart thumping feeling. So instead of letting he heart skip a beat at the sight of the handsome equine, she told it to thump steady and so it did, and her eyes remained not cold, but watchful. She didn't want to think of the whole dilemma with her love life and friendships and crap and relaxing- she wanted to become Tor again. The healer. Simple and peaceful. Close friends with Ophelia. Mentor to Avira. But Avira was getting her own magic, and Ophelia had become scarce.
"Apprentice, unicorn, sir." Those trademark brown eyes settled on the wound. It was no clean cut, as something from a horn may appear- more jagged and 'corroded' about the edges, blood clotting. Surprisingly deep, but not clean. What kind of weapon did that? The mare walked closer, nudging Avira gently with her muzzle. There was a flare of embarrassment somewhere deep inside as she remembered doing the same to Phaedra, after declaring her love for a mare instead of stallion.
She didn't wait for permission. She healed. There was a faint tingling as she harnessed the power, the scent of sunbaked earth and leaves intensifying. And he was healed.
WORDS OF COMPASSION ARE STRONGER THAN ANY ACT OF POWER.
