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Nephele
At the mention of being welcome in the falls, the large mare offers the healer a nod. "I would like that, I'll be sure to drop in soon, it's the least I can do to show my appreciation. Besides, I always wanted to know what it looked like on the ground." Nephele had flown over the falls every now and again on her wanderings, now that she was invited, it was hard to say no to the part of her that loved to explore. Whatever she had been expecting of the light, it was far more dramatic than what it actually was, it felt like the very warmth of the sun itself was soaking through her bones and into her lungs. It lingered like a small sun within her chest, and then it was gone, like the tide pulling itself out to sea once more, taking with it any blackness that attempted to take hold within her — like vines being pulled from their tangled roost. "Thank you." Her voice is laced with appreciation for the painted stallion, letting out the breath she didn't know she was holding. Odd coloured eyes giving each one of the bodies within the small clearing, her eyes linger on the pale filly who had allowed her to be healed, she'd have to find some way to repay her kindness also, one way or another. Lapsing to a comfortable silence, she notes how Miykael turns to heal himself, watching the magic form and seep into his own body — healing magic was a wonderous thing, but she knew deep down it wasn't for her, her onyx hide and flame-touched mane would be better suited to weilding magics of a more offensive nature. notes;; jumping in to have her cured of GLL |
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“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.”
― Terry Pratchett
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