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[OPEN] Weary Steps

Hellena Posts: 64
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Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2 hh :: 26 Buff: NOVICE
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Hellena
It had been difficult to orchestrate, this extraction of a pegasus who had lost her power of flight. I could only imagine the pain, the suffering she went through, and entertained myself with the notion that it would be akin to my horn fracturing and falling away from my forehead; departure of a limb, a vessel, a crucial and defining point of one's body and soul. The mere thought of it triggered a shiver to rattle down my spine; if I feared anything, that would surely be it.

Violet gaze welcomed the sight of our warriors, brothers to the WeyrLeader herself, walking back through the mists of our home, each one shouldering the fallen pegasus. I could not be sure of her conscious state, I could only guess as to the amount of pain she was in, I could only wonder whether she thought all of this but a dream - a nightmare.

"You are safe here, child." I murmur with my deep, warm lyrics, my tones purposefully welcoming and soothing, extending towards her like a warm embrace, hoping to carry her into a deep slumber where she could rest in safety beneath the stars and the mists, where we can set to work to mend her broken bones and hopefully, eventually, her broken spirit. I do not know what this cherub did to warrant such a violent punishment, such a cruel and strict judgement - though rumours tell me that merely the sight of her wings would be reason enough to those in the north - but she is a sister to us through the home she has chosen to reside in, and so we would stand loyal to her cause, if only for our loyalty to Kri the Resolute.

"Rest now." I step towards her, pressing my muzzle against her, nodding to the winged compatriot that lingers nearby. With a grateful tilt of my tiara to the brothers, I dismiss them from their duty, capable of guarding this guest in the mists of my abode. Summoning my voice, I sung into the mists then, calling for a healer - the only healer we have left, the Wild Rose and her cerulean companion - to mend the broken bodice of the Spanish beauty before us.

[ ooc :: Okay, so I've taken some liberty with this post - if I've done anything you don't approve of just let me know and I'll change it. This is set before the Dead Magic plot.

Basically Madyrn and Maskan are the ones who rescued her and escorted her back to the Edge, she is now somewhere deep in the mists with Hellena alone, who has just called for Smoke.
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Messages In This Thread
Weary Steps - by Hellena - 06-23-2013, 06:14 AM
RE: Weary Steps - by Africa - 06-23-2013, 02:59 PM
RE: Weary Steps - by Smoke - 06-25-2013, 01:49 AM
RE: Weary Steps - by Hellena - 06-25-2013, 06:15 AM
RE: Weary Steps - by Africa - 06-25-2013, 08:31 PM
RE: Weary Steps - by Smoke - 06-27-2013, 01:36 AM
RE: Weary Steps - by Hellena - 06-27-2013, 03:50 AM
RE: Weary Steps - by Africa - 06-27-2013, 10:16 PM
RE: Weary Steps - by Cirrus - 06-29-2013, 07:10 AM
RE: Weary Steps - by Smoke - 07-03-2013, 02:03 PM
RE: Weary Steps - by Hellena - 07-11-2013, 05:47 AM
RE: Weary Steps - by Africa - 07-11-2013, 07:24 PM
RE: Weary Steps - by Cirrus - 07-13-2013, 11:21 PM

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