She couldn't register any emotions at this point. She was too buried in her thoughts and the battle at Blood Falls to even really register anything else but that. So she had traveled further North, away from the bloody battle and into the quiet, where even in the spring there was still snow, and the breeze could still offer frostbite to those who weren't careful. Tears fell upon her cheeks, dripping down her chin and into the ground, causing a trail of drops to follow behind her speckled frame. She felt betrayed by her Gods, her faith shaken and her mind in a tizzy as to what to think now. She thought her beloved Gods were loyal, kind hearted and determined to keep the peace as often as possible, but it turned out she was wrong. Sucking in a icy breath she sniffled, continuing deeper into the Frostbreath Steppe despite her aching body begging her to rest. She had minor burns on her speckled coat, tainting the ivory with smoky singe and red skin, all signs that she was going to be sore for quite awhile. She didn't want to think about those who had actually fought in the battle, instead of simply trying to stop it and getting caught in the crossfire.
Her head was low, nose nearly pressed to the ground and wings drooping by her sides in a melancholy fashion, eyes blank with tears stuck in the corners. She was too tired to cry now, and simply remained numb. She was about to simply collapse where she was, willing to let the snow and ice take her pain away, when the sound of groaning caught her attention. Immediately her ears pricked up, dainty skull lifting and wings spreading in preparation for what was to come, before inky legs finally brought herself towards the noise to investigate. What she found utterly shocked her, and without thinking she was rushing forward, pacing around the babe and freezing, realizing it might not be the best idea to startle the poor lamb. Granted, she was still but a child too, but she had known what it was like to be left alone when she had been born, to be thought of as nothing and left to rot.
Had this poor child been granted the same fate? Did her parents not deem her worthy and thus left her to perish? The thought made Myrrine sick. She let hazel orbs gaze over the child, noting the gorgeous ivory coat maimed by cuts and bruises, the developing wings and horns attempting to push through her skull. Her tail was leonine, something Myrrine had only seen in this land, and she seemed to have the face of an angel. She was beautiful, and she couldn't believe anyone would attempt to leave such a precious creature to starve. Lowering her skull whilst stepping back, she attempted to come off as passive, friendly and sweet, so as not to startle the babe with her concern. She was injured and trying to recover, and if the spotted girl remembered she had been in the battle with the bear. She tried to hold back her emotions, the fears of what had happened to her and simply smiled, studying the dove with masked anxiety before speaking softly, "Hello, are you alright? You look like you took quite the hit there. Is there anything I can do for you? I know a little bit about herbs and can assist in those scratches, or if you'd just like some company too I'd be happy to chat! My name is Myrrine, it's nice to meet you!" She hoped her voice had sounded cheerful, happy and full of life, and not like she felt; terrified that this poor little girl had been orphaned just as she had been a little over a year ago.
"Speech"
OOC: Ugh, this is so trash. Forgive me, but I got it!
TAG: @Erthe
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