It was the curious brown that spotted Tor first. With a flick of his tail the dragon rose into a standing position, golden pools watching intently as he leaned on his branch, unsure whether to fly down or not. Instead he alerted his bonded, the speech imperfect and familiar in the gilded paint's mind.

Stranger

Torasin looked about from his depressing thoughts and caught the sight of the greying pinto femme, her hazel pools and thicker build a beautiful sight against the snowy landscape. She spoke a name and position to which Torasin looked up, curiosity seething in his green pools, it had been a while since he'd convened with another healer. A long time indeed. He proffered his head in flamboyant greeting, smiling at how similar her name was to his, maybe there names were related in some way. Who knew. "A pleasure Mistress Tor! It's been a while since I've met with a healer" his voice sweet and polite, each word pronounced with the greatest accuracy followed with a simple happy smile.

"My name is Torasin and my brown friend is Kiba. We too are healers, we assist our Doctor and teacher in the healing arts" his introduction was fluid and graceful. Excitement clear on his honest features at the prospect of sharing his passion with this mare, the joys and horrors of healing. What sights had she seen whilst in her profession? Kiba had flown down during his bonded's introduction, landing upon his gilded back, and chirping a series of greetings to the lovely Tor. Tongue flicking in and out of his scaly mouth as he happily swung his tail back and forth. Horse and dragon intrigued by there new friend who seemed kind and genuine, yet towered above the two in all her 17.1hh. This was something Torasin had gotten used to by now, anyway, his beloved friend and mighty leader could shift into a dragon if she wanted to. Nothing really surprised the innocent, honest paint anymore.

Torasin laughed at the mares first reply, did she not know that he could not ditch the formalities? Of course she didn't but she would soon enough, the lovely Tor. Whose love for healing was almost making the steed bounce in idiotic dance across the frosted meadow with pure joy written into his every feature. He contained himself barely but there was nothing he could do about the excited smile plastered all over his overly honest features. "There is always need for politeness though, ma'am" he never really knew why he always insisted on addressing others with eloquent respect, it was something Torasin had picked up as a boy. Nobody had taught him to be this way, he was just... Being Torasin.

"Your nose does not fail you, I am Advocate and Nurse in the ranks of the DragonHeart" he informed the painted Tor, it wasn't a mistake that he left just which God he served as Advocate. In the time he'd spent here, being associated with the Sun God wasn't the best thing. So the gilded steed thought it best to leave that bit out, in a way he was glad his coat was painted in gold, that simple fact could very well be the saviour of his life in the face of the Sun.

Torasin schooled his expression and tried his best not to jump into sharing knowledge, as healing could be a long drawn out process. So could the passing of knowledge. One must note these things down in the proper manner in order to utilize it properly. He had trained his memory over time to hold quite a lot of information, it was vital to do so, vital to remember. Rushing into wasn't going to help, whether he wanted to or not. "Of course! I hope what I have learnt of the art will come of use to you."

As his words left his maw, Torasin hoped he hadn't fallen behind in the advances of his field of expertise. He had even gone through the terror of the Sun God and preached his wickedness to gain the power he needed. Without waiting for a reply, the tobiano jumped straight into it and began at his latest discovery of what his gift could do. "Is there something special you can do, ma'am? A gift maybe? For example, I can purge poison from the blood and heal flesh injuries by tracking blood flow through the main arteries."

It was an odd gift he possessed. Torasin could not mend broken bones, he knew how they must be healed and how they must be set to heal without any problems. However, that power left him as soon as he left Isilme. All that was left now was the knowledge on how to do it, not the power to go through with it. In essence, he could guide one with the power but not use it himself. An annoying downside but he could do things others could not and was not limited in power. He could heal as many times as he liked.

There were other useful things he knew. Herb lore was one. Smoke had taught him that. Torasin had even factored Kiba into healing. The medicinal uses of dragon fire when destroying contaminated equipment was one thing. Now maybe he might learn something else from this healing mare of similar name to he. Maybe in the future they could help one another, become comrades in their art. He was thinking too far and stopped talking to await her eagerly anticipated reply.

"Forgive me, I was born and raised with these manners. A lady should be addressed properly after all. Friend or not." A smile of joy and playful fun grew on already beaming lips. This was the first time any mare had really challenged his need to express honour upon those he met. It had become more of a habit that he didn't really think about anymore, of course he was always honest and sincere. The dear Tor deserved to be titled that which one would call royalty. Born of precious blood or not, Torasin held all of his friends in the highest regard. Even those he had just met. The gilded boy laughed a merry tune and shook his head at her admittance of nothing to boast of. "I'm sure you do, ma'am."

He listened intently to her each word. Nodding at her use of plants and pools shining with burning curiosity as she spoke of magical healing. It was true, Tor could do things with her magic that he could not, and vice versa. She had also sought the help of a God, as he had, and earned her magic through questing. He and Tor were incredibly similar. Kiba had already noted this it seemed and was now content to land of the painted mare's back. Flicking his tail curiously and seemingly finding a comfortable place to perch upon the femme's spine.

"Your knowledge is impressive, Tor, and you can do things that I can't with your magical ability." He noted and nodded whilst he spoke. Mind running too far ahead of him again as thoughts all merged into one. The tobiano wondered if this mare would be willing to call him a partner, yes they worked for different factions, yet the boy could see a blossoming alliance on the horizon. "I don't wish to pry into your private affairs but I would much like to work with you in the future. I feel we rather... Complete each other in our abilities. My skill lies in the circulatory system, I can cure any patient whose problems lies in the blood. Whereas you can heal wounds, burns..."

He thought for a moment. Torasin could heal flesh wounds and stop horses from bleeding to death. Could this mare repair broken bones? Or was that something to quest for later. "What about bones, ma'am? I'm sorely lacking in that area" his honest pools lit up once more in jovial admittance. His one stumbling stone in healing. If only he still had the power to heal from the days of Isilme. There was nothing he couldn't fix in those days.