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04-03-2017, 06:54 AM
Amaris
drákos istoría
As her sight returned to normal, as her cranium recovered from her efforts, Amaris was given some quiet time where she could observe, absorb, scrutinize the situation. It seemed her presence was hardly noticed, barely discernible against the background - clearly, she had served her purpose, she had summoned the healer who would save the day, and now she was to be ignored, tossed aside, overlooked. It was a new-ish sensation; the dragonmare had served in herds before where her (lack of) skills made her a redundant member, and thereby forgotten, shoved to the side, but it did not happen so often in these curiously social situations.
She planned on taking advantage of it.
To be a part of a situation but a virtually invisible member of it was astounding to her the first moment she realised; the next moment, however, she embraced it wholeheartedly. Her sharp, keen gaze drank everything that surrounded them, and as her mental acuity returned, she realised several things: that healers were inherently selfless, and a little bit foolish ( no more than you were just before, Dramyrth remarked ); a geldings' motivation was very difficult to determine ( stallions are so much more predictable, just look at the way the pegasus drapes himself over the mare he does not even share a language with ); and a tigers corpse looks rather creepy when a snake deigns to slide in and out of its stinking mouth.
I could eat it, Dramyrth offered helpfully, amusement colouring the words as he lightly leapt to his bonded's withers, confident she was feeling well enough again already. Lucky I did no more, or I would be no better than the healers or the injured - who seem to have traded places, she commented idly, shifting so that she stood closer to the equine mare, unfolding a golden wing to offer a shield, a comfort. Amaris was not interested in investigating the 'scene of the crime' further; she suspected the newcomers had secrets which might have caused the entire thing - or else a predator was just behaving in the way that predators do (it wouldn't be the first time such a thing had occurred in the Threshold of Helovia, or for that matter, anywhere in Helovia - if anything, the plainness of a tiger was the most unusual thing). Whatever the case, all would be revealed in time - a second, an hour, a year, it didn't matter to the dragonmare, for she was not overly invested in the situation ( the situation hardly seemed invested in her, so why should she put more energy than she already had into it? ), it simply wasn't her business.
'Who are you?' comes the question, a surprising one as the dragonmare had resigned herself to fading away from the situation entirely. He directs it at everyone, though the gelding already seems to have moved on and assigned himself the righteous task of standing guard and then escorting them elsewhere ( what if they didn't want to venture further into the lands that just tried to kill them? What if they wanted to carve their own path, forge their own journey? What gives him the right to decide the trail they will walk, the people they would meet? ), wholly neglecting to respond to the recovering pegasus ( though he clung on the mare's every word, geldings certainly are curious and unpredictable ), the healers were still recovering from their own contributions to the situation - she supposed it was her turn to act, to respond. She, at least, would give the pegasus steed something.
"A concerned bystander," she said softly, "whose usefulness is nearing its end," she admitted easily, bowing her tiara low to touch the equine mare gently. "I'll depart just as soon as she is recovered, and she and her daughter are on their way to safety," she gestured to the equine mare, before falling silent once more, shifting her weight and simply letting everyone catch their breath.
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Unless anyone needs her again, Amaris is out - I'd love to thread again in future ^.^
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No need to mirror my post length - I have a horrible case of the rambly writer syndrome!
I like being tagged!
You are always welcome to 'try' and use force/magic on Amaris, but similar to spar posts, leave it to me to decide how the damage is taken please~
