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07-22-2013, 12:39 AM
The travel to this land where there is fire that burns forever was slow, but they had made it. She could feel the warmth coming from the fire, and it felt amazing. Pen hadn’t pushed the question about Kahlua’s past, but upon hearing it she grow sad. ”I am sorry.” Her words where simple and soft. It would seem everyone had a sad song to sing. Then again there was sorrow all around in the world. One just had to look for it. For now, her pink eyes where looking at the fire, and as much as she wanted to go to it, she understood why they could go no farther. She wasn’t part of the herd, not yet. Eyes closed for a few moments as she soaked up the warmth and allowed it to flood her body. Her legs had came un numb during the walk here, but they where stiff and full of pain now.
The heat helped that pain. Normally she isn’t as she has been. Sure she is a kind mare, but she isn’t weak. Time a lone and in the cold months had just done there damage. Once she warmed up, and got settled into a herd her old fighting self would shine. However, as much as fighting was something she could do, she would prefer to be something much more helpful. That and her mother never did like her fighting. A healer was something she did wish to be, or at least a trade she wished to learn was healing.
Taking a deep breath she looked at Kahlua again and this time she spoke with a smile on her face. ”Thank you, for not just simply living me there to die and move on to someone else.” She said to the mare. She was very thankful and would always be thankful.
The heat helped that pain. Normally she isn’t as she has been. Sure she is a kind mare, but she isn’t weak. Time a lone and in the cold months had just done there damage. Once she warmed up, and got settled into a herd her old fighting self would shine. However, as much as fighting was something she could do, she would prefer to be something much more helpful. That and her mother never did like her fighting. A healer was something she did wish to be, or at least a trade she wished to learn was healing.
Taking a deep breath she looked at Kahlua again and this time she spoke with a smile on her face. ”Thank you, for not just simply living me there to die and move on to someone else.” She said to the mare. She was very thankful and would always be thankful.
