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Megaera’s eyes swept down to the little filly at her comment and the sultana smiled, a bit sadly. "I am sorry, little one, but I do not know what the cure is. Mikyael was able to heal me and mine, though I have set Badger and our Sun Physician to meet with the other healers to see what the can learn.” She lifted her gaze to the paint “We would hope not to leave the whole of Helovia on your shoulders alone. Ranjiri and Ilios are well, I cannot express my thanks enough for your help. You and the Falls have Friends in the Throat if ever you need them.”
Despite the shade of sickness the group was amicable enough to find humor and she chuckled appreciatively at Tembovu’s repartee. Even if they were both seemed to be vying to recruit she was still appreciative of his attitude as it put her more at ease. “I’m sure none of us will hold you lack of wings against you. The gods didn’t fashion every bird and beast to live in the same places so i’m sure the Edge suites you fine, but my heart belongs to the open sands. To be fair I’ve never seen your cliffs firsthand but you’d be welcome to visit if Frostfall gets a bit nippy.” She turned her eyes to the other rare again. “Well met, Mephele. It seems a welcome back is in order. Strange, isn’t it, how our dear Helovia always seems to lure us back. I’ll extend an offer to you as well, if Tembovu here has not already tempted you away. The Throat is always ready to welcome a new face.”
She paused enough to listen to the to the further exchange about healing ins and outs between the other three. Not being knowledgeable about the filed herself she had nothing much to offer in that realm and so was content to listen and learn what she could. When the unicorn mentioned that the people of the edge had been granted immunity by the Goddess of the moon, she couldn’t quite mask the flash of distaste that passed over her features. For a moment her smile fades to a grimace and dark eyes flash in Tembovu’s direction. Her recent venture with Cera and the reassurances of the Sun God had given her a grudging respect for the power and necessity of the Goddess to the balance of magic in Helovia, but that didn’t stop the bitter taste in her mouth. She could make no move against the purple mare but that didn’t mean she could stomach her cruelty or her past actions easily. ’Diplomacy is more important now than old wounds.’ The Sultana reminds herself and forces her features to relax again. Her gaze rotates from mare to filly and back to the healer, and the bay nods in agreement to the consensus that the filly’s wellbeing should be the priority.
Despite the shade of sickness the group was amicable enough to find humor and she chuckled appreciatively at Tembovu’s repartee. Even if they were both seemed to be vying to recruit she was still appreciative of his attitude as it put her more at ease. “I’m sure none of us will hold you lack of wings against you. The gods didn’t fashion every bird and beast to live in the same places so i’m sure the Edge suites you fine, but my heart belongs to the open sands. To be fair I’ve never seen your cliffs firsthand but you’d be welcome to visit if Frostfall gets a bit nippy.” She turned her eyes to the other rare again. “Well met, Mephele. It seems a welcome back is in order. Strange, isn’t it, how our dear Helovia always seems to lure us back. I’ll extend an offer to you as well, if Tembovu here has not already tempted you away. The Throat is always ready to welcome a new face.”
She paused enough to listen to the to the further exchange about healing ins and outs between the other three. Not being knowledgeable about the filed herself she had nothing much to offer in that realm and so was content to listen and learn what she could. When the unicorn mentioned that the people of the edge had been granted immunity by the Goddess of the moon, she couldn’t quite mask the flash of distaste that passed over her features. For a moment her smile fades to a grimace and dark eyes flash in Tembovu’s direction. Her recent venture with Cera and the reassurances of the Sun God had given her a grudging respect for the power and necessity of the Goddess to the balance of magic in Helovia, but that didn’t stop the bitter taste in her mouth. She could make no move against the purple mare but that didn’t mean she could stomach her cruelty or her past actions easily. ’Diplomacy is more important now than old wounds.’ The Sultana reminds herself and forces her features to relax again. Her gaze rotates from mare to filly and back to the healer, and the bay nods in agreement to the consensus that the filly’s wellbeing should be the priority.
Megaera the Sunspear
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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