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06-13-2013, 02:32 PM
Her call was answered, and by some of the most unexpected sources. A mare of the herd, dimly familiar for the peculiar black marking that adorned her face, arrived and mentioned both an interest in healing and an acquaintance with the head. Solemnly the grulla mare nodded to her. "It would be a pleasure to train you."
The next to show threw a wrench into her heart, pale coat darkened by blood, young body crossing the small distance to press against the Wild Rose's side. Young Sakura was much of an age with Israfel, and it made Smoke ache to think of her own youngest daughter deprived of one of her parents, like her elder children had grown up. Sympathetic, she bent her head to draw the young filly closer, a silent hug of understanding and quiet affection. "I taught your father, Sakura, when he became Healer of the Oasis. It would be an honor to teach his daughter." Warmth and kindness colored her voice, lit her gaze.
And then the unusual ones arrived. Lifting her dark head from comforting Sakura, Smoke watched an interestingly marked pegasus arrive from amidst the trees, inquirying about healers. "Indeed I did. I am looking for those to train up to serve the herd..." Barely had she managed to speak those leading words before her intent to gently interrogate and potentially invite this interest outcast into their numbers than a dramatic couple stumbled in.
And rather quite literately stumbled in. A mare with pale stripes upon her back, steps short and shuffling, appeared leading a painted stallion with one wing askew. White edged ears perked forward as a quiet voice pleaded for healing for her friend, revealing the fact of a broken wing and a rising fever. Dark eyes shifted to the stallion, assessing his symptoms before she began to step forward...
And then Mirage apparated beside her. Automatically Smoke flinched, but recognized the black mare before more dramatic self-defense reflexes could kick in. A rueful smile crossed her features as the Dragonheart approved and insisted upon actions she was already intending to make, but Smoke didn't bother to make a comment. She could sense Zaffre's physical presence now, winging home in a sedate fashion. Gently she pressed against his mind, requesting that he retrieve some herbs for her.
Even as his wings beat with renewed vigor, path veering to where he knew she kept her herbal supplies, Smoke stepped across the clearing. A reassuring smile was offered to the nervous mare before she moved to inspect the stallion's damaged wing. Muzzle dipping close but not touching, she extended her senses through the healer's magic, tendrils of wispy darkness dancing over pale and golden feathers. Seeking, seeking... and finding the break. Body growing still as she assessed the damage, Smoke determined with careful calculation just what was needed to repair the wing and return full use to it. Then she threw herself into the healing, wrapping the stallion's wing in swirling darkness. Mending the bones, restoring muscles damaged from stretching in ways they were not meant to stretch, cleansing blood gone dark with impending infection.
Then she stepped back, snorting softly with the magickal exertion. With a strange sense of timing her dragon appeared, carrying a bundled skin that was full of herbs. He settled upon her haunches, not even inspiring the smallest twitch, and tugged the bundle apart. Cupped wings kept stray twigs from falling, catching them long enough for the blue to gather them up again. Guided by Smoke's thoughts, he combined herbs into two different collections, twisting and tying them together to keep them from falling apart while he rebundled the skin and its contents.
"This will help the fever come the rest of the way down. I've cleansed your blood and healed your wing, but you should rest both it and yourself." One bundle was proffered by Zaffre, stuck precariously close to the stallion's face with an air of expectance that he would comply and not argue. "And this one will strengthen you, miss, and fight against that cold you sound to be catching. You should both rest, or you'll make yourselves sicker than you already are." The second twist of herbs was extended to the striped mare, the dragon's jade eyes twinkling with friendly intent.
The next to show threw a wrench into her heart, pale coat darkened by blood, young body crossing the small distance to press against the Wild Rose's side. Young Sakura was much of an age with Israfel, and it made Smoke ache to think of her own youngest daughter deprived of one of her parents, like her elder children had grown up. Sympathetic, she bent her head to draw the young filly closer, a silent hug of understanding and quiet affection. "I taught your father, Sakura, when he became Healer of the Oasis. It would be an honor to teach his daughter." Warmth and kindness colored her voice, lit her gaze.
And then the unusual ones arrived. Lifting her dark head from comforting Sakura, Smoke watched an interestingly marked pegasus arrive from amidst the trees, inquirying about healers. "Indeed I did. I am looking for those to train up to serve the herd..." Barely had she managed to speak those leading words before her intent to gently interrogate and potentially invite this interest outcast into their numbers than a dramatic couple stumbled in.
And rather quite literately stumbled in. A mare with pale stripes upon her back, steps short and shuffling, appeared leading a painted stallion with one wing askew. White edged ears perked forward as a quiet voice pleaded for healing for her friend, revealing the fact of a broken wing and a rising fever. Dark eyes shifted to the stallion, assessing his symptoms before she began to step forward...
And then Mirage apparated beside her. Automatically Smoke flinched, but recognized the black mare before more dramatic self-defense reflexes could kick in. A rueful smile crossed her features as the Dragonheart approved and insisted upon actions she was already intending to make, but Smoke didn't bother to make a comment. She could sense Zaffre's physical presence now, winging home in a sedate fashion. Gently she pressed against his mind, requesting that he retrieve some herbs for her.
Even as his wings beat with renewed vigor, path veering to where he knew she kept her herbal supplies, Smoke stepped across the clearing. A reassuring smile was offered to the nervous mare before she moved to inspect the stallion's damaged wing. Muzzle dipping close but not touching, she extended her senses through the healer's magic, tendrils of wispy darkness dancing over pale and golden feathers. Seeking, seeking... and finding the break. Body growing still as she assessed the damage, Smoke determined with careful calculation just what was needed to repair the wing and return full use to it. Then she threw herself into the healing, wrapping the stallion's wing in swirling darkness. Mending the bones, restoring muscles damaged from stretching in ways they were not meant to stretch, cleansing blood gone dark with impending infection.
Then she stepped back, snorting softly with the magickal exertion. With a strange sense of timing her dragon appeared, carrying a bundled skin that was full of herbs. He settled upon her haunches, not even inspiring the smallest twitch, and tugged the bundle apart. Cupped wings kept stray twigs from falling, catching them long enough for the blue to gather them up again. Guided by Smoke's thoughts, he combined herbs into two different collections, twisting and tying them together to keep them from falling apart while he rebundled the skin and its contents.
"This will help the fever come the rest of the way down. I've cleansed your blood and healed your wing, but you should rest both it and yourself." One bundle was proffered by Zaffre, stuck precariously close to the stallion's face with an air of expectance that he would comply and not argue. "And this one will strengthen you, miss, and fight against that cold you sound to be catching. You should both rest, or you'll make yourselves sicker than you already are." The second twist of herbs was extended to the striped mare, the dragon's jade eyes twinkling with friendly intent.
