A House of Memories

A House of Memories

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Mare :: Equine :: 14.2hh :: 8

Herophilos :: Plain Black Dragon :: Toxic Breath prissy

01-26-2016, 10:09 PM (This post was last modified: 01-26-2016, 10:11 PM by Agnodice.)

She wandered, glass basket between her jaws and a trail of petals and flowers following in her wake as they fell from onyx locks. Orangemoon was cool, and the dainty maiden was struggling to keep warm in its grasp. She fled from her home, the Falls, in search of warmer ground and sunnier skies, but even in the south she found floods. She lingered, then, in the Threshold. It was slightly warmer than her herdland, but still not far.

The prospect of meeting others was never on her mind, though she knew the Threshold as practically the doorway to Helovia. But she wasn't in search of new faces, and therefore, simply assumed she would not find any today.

The doctor was infrequently wrong, and saw this judgment fit as perfectly rational. She ignored any and all new scents belonging to horses, and did the same with the trail they left, their hoofprints and hairs. She only took note of these when she found the smell of blood lingering in the air. She pricked her curvaceous ears forward, slowing her gait to a tentative walk.

Blood?

She had encountered few who had ever needed her healing expertise in this land. But upon her first step into Helovia, she had to heal a giant man. The world outside, she thought, must be treacherous which would explain the injuries she found on its doorstep.

The maiden wasted no time.

She trotted swiftly, deeper into the Threshold, following the smell of blood she knew so well till she found the one it came from. A painted, horned man; another giant in need of service. Why was it always the ones with the hardest exterior who proved to be in need of help the most? Did they purposefully throw themselves into danger, to earn a scar or something equally ridiculous?

"Hello," Agnodice called to the stranger, her lyrics soft and tentative. She approached slowly, delicately, knowing he could still be reeling from what had caused his wounds and lash out at her. The dainty mare was submissive, head low and the flowers that grew in her hair looking rather bright, for she was ready to invoke her healing magic. "You're hurt," she murmured, mostly to herself upon seeing the extent of his wounds, her tone falling into saddened lyrics.

"My name is Agnodice, I'm a healer. Please, allow me to help you," the doctor proposed, not abandoning her submissive, gentle manner.

@Kodiak COUGHING srry she barges in and tries to heal >.>