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She listened attentively to Ciceron's words, features relaxed, traced with a hint of curiosity. Her interest was mild, a bit excited by the prospect of him saying he could aid her in her venture. She stayed silent, turquoise eyes widening with every word that fell from his ashen lips. Her head tipped to the other side, onyx locks slipping and falling across her once more, growing steadily more captivated by the prospect of this Hidden Falls.
He then mentioned the feline, Kiara. She looked to the tiger with a furrowed brow. How had he managed to come across such a loyal creature? Why keep it around? She barely heard his laugh, too infatuated with the feline to acknowledge it much, her gaze was focused entirely on the cat. Assured by the notion that it would not harm her, Agnodice extended her muzzle to the feline, keeping a good foot between them, though. She wanted a closer look at the cat, it's intentions interested her.
Before she got too in depth in a study of Kiara, another stallion made an appearance. Agnodice flicked her ears to the behemoth, pulling her head up slowly, features soft, but mostly unexpressive. He was crowed like Ciceron, and shared face markings similar to her own. He greets her, introduces himself, but something about his behavior seems strikingly odd to the mare. She opens her mouth to return his greeting, but quickly closes it, noting the pain on his features and She furrows her brow, narrows her gaze, almost straining her ears to hear his soft, deep murmurs.
He stops his words - a grimace covering his features, blood trickling from his ears. Agnodice's eyes widen, pulling her head up, features softening to a curious expression. He's sick. It was nothing she had ever seen before, which was what intrigued her. It pained her to see him hurt, and her be unable to treat it. She thought briefly to her flowers - they had healed many wounds. But was this a wound? It was more similar to an illness, something she was unsure her flowers could do anything for.
She turned to Ciceron, a pained look on her dainty features. "What is this sickness? Is it common here? Do many in your herd have it?" She questioned, voice thick with curiosity and concern. She mostly ignored his invitation to his herdland - she found the disease a much more urgent matter to deal with than where she would call home.
Her gaze drifted to the ground, shaking her head slowly back and forth, her mane crowning her in an onyx halo, shimmering in the light. "There might be something I could do for it, but I don't know for sure," She spoke softly, thinking back only to her years of training, flicking through a mental archive of remedies, but she knew none related to anything like this.
@Ciceron
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