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01-07-2015, 03:18 AM
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Resplendence
it's what you feel but can't articulate outloud Pain. She was suffering from pain and anguish. She didn't understand how she could be so fine physically yet so completely broken mentally. She was clinging to the past, memories of Rowan flickering across her skull. She had been the one mare who had understood her - even given her a way to start to calm herself down. The counting, the consistent rhythms. It had kept her together, it had kept her from completely shattering. And… Rowan. Rowan was gone. Rowan was gone and Quilyan was missing. And all she wanted… all she wanted was to hide under Kaj's wing and get told that it would all be okay. But she wasn't sure Kaj wanted to do that anymore. He was busy, he had a larger herd to take care of and she… she was supposed to be the least of his worries. Res shuddered, forcing her limbs forward in quick successions as she shuffled back toward the Threshold. She just wanted something that would keep her mind off of this. Maybe she would count the butterflies that flew by. No. She'd just count her breaths. It had always worked well that way. One. Two. Three. The sound of chirping birds was beginning to ease her mind. Four. Five. Six. Breathe and move forward. She took in a deep breath and sighed allowing her limbs to continue to carry her frame. Seven. Eight. Nine. A call hit the breeze. A light nicker, barely even audible. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. She shot off, forcing herself to move toward where it was coming from. Was someone injured? Did they need assistance? Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Her time as the Moon Doctor had changed her. She was imagining death and injury everywhere. Already, she was running through the motions and trying to think of which herbs were around here that she might be able to use if they were needed. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. What she found was not an injured horse, though. At least, the mare before her didn't appear to be. Injured in anyway. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-one. She attempted to center herself, bringing Valiance to her poll, she glanced over the mare. "Are you okay? Lost? Can I… Can I assist you at all? she inquired. Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four. Her voice quiet, gentle, but nervous. She wasn't always able to stay calm when she was around others but she would try. She would be strong and prove to Kaj and Kahlua and everyone that she wasn't as useless as they thought she was. Welcome!
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