Birdsong is fighting desperately against Frostfall but the transition is slow and Frostfall is reluctant to give up its' icy grip on the land. The snow, in most places, had softened to slush and beneath that the ground had begun to thaw. The combination, of course, creating a cold, slippery and muddy mess. Perhaps more-so outside the cover of the trees. Despite the chill in the air and the slick slush-covered ground, Miykael finds himself wandering outside the bounds of the Edge more frequently than ever before. Unfurling his massive white wings, he takes off and heads east over the trees with Eliana close behind. The flight is invigorating to say the least, the cold air is enough to wake him up completely, like a splash of cold water on one's face, but it is also enough to send shivers down his spine.
After a fair distance had been covered, the two drop down in the threshold to take a quick peek of any newcomers that might be there. They find no promising leads and continue south, heading for the deep forest instead. Why? The reasons are unclear, to be honest. The pair are simply following their whims again. The slush grows thicker and becomes more snow-like in the shade but that doesn't slow him down. Eliana flies ahead, the night dark bird swiftly dodging and weaving through the trees. She is the first to notice the old, old mare simply laying in the cold slush and mud. Circling around the old mare once, then twice; Eliana heads back to Miykael to lead him to her. Once he sees the old mare, he sends Eliana to go find Alysanne. Though he has healing magic, he knows very little of herbs and remedies - the Mood Doctor has greater knowledge of those.
In the meantime, Miykael couldn't just leave her here to die. The faded gold and white paint makes his way towards her, carefully - oh, so carefully. He has no desire to startle her. Once he is close enough for her to hear him (without him shouting), he looks her over and makes note of her patchy winter coat, scraggly appearance, and protruding hipbones and ribs. Genuine concern is clear in his bright blue eyes. "Are you alright?" he asks, his brow furrowing. "I'm a healer. Please," he begins, "please let me help you." Miykael steps closer to her, slowly making his way to her side where he hopes she will allow him to lay beside her to share his warmth and blanket her with one of his massive wings. Eliana would find Alysanne. They would be here soon and then Aly could help this poor old mare.
tags: @[Sheba]
ooc: so sorry for the delay and the not so good post. they will get better!
you tried hiding another you,
but your evil was coming through |
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