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02-09-2017, 10:21 AM
The glass walls of the greenhouse were, at this point, one of the most familiar, and comforting settings Maude had come to know. With the warm, humid, green world inside, and the easily spied goings on of the herd outside, a certain ease of spirit meshed itself into her being whilst she tended to the rows, occasionally glancing up to watch the birds play between the branches, or chipmunks chase each other with tittering playfulness up the trunks of the trees. There was no mist inside the glass house, but it pressed against its base and writhed, and danced. Maude has become lost in watching the swirl and ebb of the water particles against the glass, rather than working, and was day dreaming, while staring at the pretty sight, when a flash of pale pelt through the trees catches her attention. “Huh?” she asks no one in particular, because, though she’s not alone (one never is in the Edge’s gardens), she certainly hasn’t been talking to any of them. Sure she recognized the white horse running through the trees as Erthë, but not sure how it was possible for her to do so, due to her crippled legs, the filly quickly forgets the fog, plants, and everything else all together, and makes her way out and after her friend. Coming upon the normally relaxed and calm mare in a state of elation, Maude discovers the emotion to be infectious. Though she’d been worried at first, seeing Erthë so happy is good! Having spent some time with her over the past weeks tending to the very limbs which seemed to be free of the pain that had bound her yesterday, the healer-to-be has already deduced that the pale hybrid can often be less than cheerful, and she certainly has never seen her friend this happy at all. “Wow…!” remarks the child with great awe, when she at last notices what the fuss is about; Erthë’s legs, which had been painfully bent, and wrong shaped, now looked just like they should have to begin with! What sort of healer had she gone to, that could fix what the God’s couldn’t? Surely the best that Helovia has ever known! “how, Erthë? I thought you said no one could fix them, not even the Gods!” ’cause I’m holding her in my arms |
