Fina found her quite by accident this time.

The glimmer of flames in the distance awakens the shaman from a small rest near the border, but it is not her pale eyes that see the phoenix. It is Lyhty who guards the healer with watchful eyes. His alarming trill rouses her body, and the shaman turns to see the familiar outline of the fiery bird. Fina, when not accompanied by Midas, is almost always the promise of an injured soul. Rushing forward, Onni races to meet the small mythical bird, her face looking up toward the flickering wings until recognition of their meeting sets in.

The painted girl chases after the path of the bird then, Lyhty clamoring onto the mare's wing just before the pegasus launches herself into the air. The small songbird settles in for a speedy, bumpy ride as the pair race after the phoenix toward the direction of spilled blood and tense bodies.

Without elegance or safety, the shaman dives toward the crimson sands and gathering below, her hooves striking hard against the flimsy soil. Her gait a solid gallop for a moment as she attempts to catch herself without falling immediately upon her face. Flummoxing around with her limbs for a moment, the shaman comes to a halt just barely short of Carnesîr, her wings opened to slow the pace more quickly. Lyhty is abruptly tossed from his perch before her wing joint, catching himself midair and flying back upward to land calmly upon her shoulder.

Nostrils flared, the healer looks around to see tense expressions, the crumpled body of the dark mare - Shadow, she believed - two foals, one obviously newborn, the other unfamiliar. Why the hell was Carnesîr here?
She frowns in confusion for a moment, but shakes the thoughts from her mind. There was no time for that.

"She has lost a lot of blood," Onni says immediately, staring at the pool around her. Even the sands could not completely absorb and hold the liquid. Time was nil. "You all need to remain calm. Carnesîr, stop crying and look after the child." Her normally light and airy voice becomes curt and authoritative. The painted body striding forward to look more closely at the mare. The injuries, quite obviously, were not received from labor, even if she had careened out of the sky.

However, all of the blood could not possibly be from the cuts, scrapes, and broken bones.

Lowering her muzzle gently toward the shadow mare, Onni closes her eyes and concentrates. The sunlight which glows about her even now under the moonlight begins to grow. Stronger and stronger the beams become, until they burst into white flames of sunfire. The immediate area around them pulsates with daylight, wreaths of fire filling the space between Onni and this broken mare, surrounding the draining life of Shadow. The black body of the small pegasus disappears in a flurry of silver gold flames, the holy light of the sun burning away the wounds upon her flesh, following the gushing blood toward its source.

Internally, the gash is cauterized, ceased the outflow of her lifeblood, but nothing could return the precious liquid except time. Externally, the wing which had been mangled begins to repair itself under the watchful gaze of the Sun God's magic, tissue restitching itself together, bones mending with miraculous speed. Likely, the joints would always be a bit touchy, perhaps arthritic, but at least months of painful recovery would not away the mare like it had Andromeda after the invasion. At least now, the shaman was not powerless to halt death.

Opening her eyes, the shaman watches as the sunfire begins to die. The golden aura surrounding Onni's body remains, lighting dimly the area around them. "She will need strength..." the healer pauses, her lips pursed. "Lyhty, go find the blue pipe with yellow flowers."



[ better late than never, I hope D: ]