"Please?" A hiss. "Let's not do this. It's just water." An outcry now fills the air, wincing as her ears cry out in pain as her brother, still young and ever fearful, repeatedly tells her of his fear of the water. The bridge had been simply. He'd taken up wings and flown across with her, seemingly oblivious to any of forms of terror that flying might of brought him.
But oh, no, when it came to the water, it was a whole different kind of thing, one that she couldn't get him to overcome. She wanted to swim and he didn't, the pair caught between two hard stones with little give. She was forced to listen to a child who cried and cried, driven by the hydrophobia of her dear, precious companion.
Finally, Sikeax is the one to crack. There could be dying souls on the other side of the water, and to abandon them out there, only to later be found as rotting corpses stinking up the borders, it would lead her to abandon her rank altogether. The bridge would have to be the way until she could win him over.
Their flight was short. She reminded quiet and worried, heavy hearted as the water swept beneath her blue eyes in a blur. Hobgoblin, instead of flying with his own personal wings, clung onto her body, wrapped about her neck as if to be a taboo sort of jewelry.
She touches the earth as orange sand explodes, settling into her coat about her cannon bones. Stumbling to regain her balance and searching for the right footing, Hobgoblin clutches tighter, holding on in fright as of what she could bring to him if they were to fall.
Control is finally gained and she begins their patrol, having asked Hobgoblin if he would go ahead and look for any beings he might see, regardless of their state. A battle followed her request, having to offer courage to the child in order for him to leave. He flees her in a flutter of feathered wings, soaring outwards into the night.
She trails the sea edge, alone for the first time since the white wolf had been kind enough as to give her the egg that would later produce him. A low hum vibrates in her mouth.
Her eyes are almost closed by the time a screech fills her ears and brings her back to reality, grasped by the talons her companion wears. They pull at her hair and try to drag him, fleeing out into the approaching day towards something she can't see through the distance.
Galloping, she arrives in time to hear Gaucho offer death.
"No! The harshness of her tone is brutal, frightening even herself at the idea of allowing a wounded stranger to die. So many had come to her dying and begging for safety, the chance to live, and yet when one came to her, well, should she say she came to them, dying and wanted to die, she couldn't find the strength to overlook it.
Now skidding, spraying sand outwards like a tidal wave, she collects herself before the pair and acknowledges Gaucho and Mara only through a simple nod of the head. Hobgoblin, intrigued by the sight of the snake, gathers himself back into the previous form, waving a small black and white head in a cry for attention, held about Sikeax's neck once more.
"You don't need to die. I can heal you." A softer voice spills from her now, pleading silently with weak eyes. "Please."
She is no beggar, but for the dying and the wounded, she would allow herself to crumble to wounded knees and plead, using every bit of emotion and need from her soul to bring some sort of life back into them.

OOC: Sorry for delays!
Hobgoblin's forms in order are: Blue-lipped Sea Krait(bridge crossing), Barn Owl, and then to a Blue-Lipped Sea Krait once more when he notices Mara. You're free to play him out discovering them if you choose to.
@[.Talion] @[.Gaucho]

Edited to fix coding error.

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