A color like thunder [Open]

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A color like thunder [Open]

Tor Posts: 197

World's Edge Nurse

Mare :: Equine :: 17.1 :: 9

Adoptable

#12

12-08-2012, 07:52 PM

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Cassiopeia doesn't speak again, and Tor glances at her briefly. No, it seems she is just allowing the draft to speak. Midas appears a gentleman, even despite the rain that soaks the world in its lashing whips, leaving us bedraggled. When did they and I turn to us? Tor wonders, and with the sense that yet again she is about to form another of her never-ceasing alliances, she moves towards the rock outcropping. The rain still patters heavily upon the harsh gray ceiling above their heads, but at least the few droplets to reach come only half-heartedly.

"I believe, Midas, that the Gray intends to offer our services to anyone. I am second to Ophelia-" Tor hesitates for a moment, not wishing to sound full of herself- "And I believe that we do take any customers, despite some... morality issues of said clients." The draft looked down for a moment, briefly crushed by guilt. I healed the Plague and the ex-Edge. For a few seconds, she almost says it, hoping to get the guilt off her back. Ophelia had said Tor was a kind being for doing such things, but the mare still felt a pang of nerves. She didn't want to hurt anyone! And when blessed with her gift of healing, surely allowing horses to go unharmed was to hurt them!

"Yes... but I do run my own sort of side-business, as I would put it." The paint attempts to give them a smile, but she knows there is guilt in her ochre eyes. "Should you have use of me, call on me, you two. I shall assist to the best of my abilities."

"talk talk talk"
move move move
think think think

WORDS OF COMPASSION ARE STRONGER THAN ANY ACT OF POWER.

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