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09-19-2012, 05:21 PM
Tor trembled slightly, setting down the tiny vessel of leaves and clay she had created. It had been exhausting, mentally, the long journey back from the Spectral Marsh, with her relying on a small, very breakable construction to carry back what would give her magic. Her big brown eyes half-closed, and a smile tugged at her lips. Now she would receive what she had sought- healing magic. The power to carefully knit together wounds and realign broken bones. It was dark here, with a fine layer of ash laying on the shrines to the gods. Will he answer me? Tor wondered, with a fine feeling of awe as she remembered the huge immortal. He's answered me once, he'll do it again. The tobiano reassured herself, shaking away the clinging doubts. She had done exactly as he had commanded. No creepy returning-from-the-dead beasts had stopped or harmed her. The tiny construction holding the bubbling healing mud had not shattered. She had learned a small number of things; and had gained an enemy. Psyche. The black unicorn, manifestion of racism and death, in Tor's opinion. Time to ask for the Earth God, The mare chastined herself, and reached out to brush the shrine with her muzzle.
"My lord, God of the Earth, I had returned with what you have told me to get. I have the healing mud."
"My lord, God of the Earth, I had returned with what you have told me to get. I have the healing mud."
