Just as Midas raced across the Helovian landscape, another had started to race as well. Hooves had begun pounding the dirt as soon as the healer had received words. When it came to the life of a full grown horse, Onni had maybe hours to do work, depending on the extent of the injuries dealt. However, the small body of a foal could have but minutes, stretching into seconds which grew shorter. Her strong legs carried her swiftly, racing toward the meadow with all due speed. Her mind was blank, even as her wings unfurled from her side, mind reaching out for the invisible streams of wind and tugging them down to lift her from where she ran, sweeping with powerful downstrokes until her legs ceased to beat heavy red dirt.

She pressed on, pushing her body with a swiftness that would rival the wind itself, wings driving her painted body across the sky like a rocket. Her pale blue eyes were glued upon the ground below, which was blurred from the speed at which she traveled. Thankfully, the healer was not in need of accurate vision, just accurate enough to pick out the painted body of the general from the red dirt of her home. Silently, between breaths that tugged out of her chest, Onni called up to the sun which followed her gently above. Lend the boy your strength until I can aid him, Lord of Light. She would be calling upon him again to use her body like a sieve for his magic, and the mare only prayed that she would not be too late for even the Sun to heal the wounds of this innocent child.

The moments seem like hours, and the normally quick flight over the Throat seems to draw for ages. When she finally sees the collapsed body in the dirt, terror rings in her chest that she may have come too late, even if the dust from Midas's sprint still hangs unsettled in the air. Her wings flatten and she drops like a stone, a risky move for one as unsure in the air as Onni. Her mind is no long upon her own safety, but upon the bodies strewn across the crimson floor of her home. Chocolate wings flair moments before she would have hit the dirt, saving her from breaking her legs. The shaman still feels a resounding rattle of every bone as her hooves make impact, legs pumping already to draw her to where the family lay, father and son, battered.

The healer skids to stop, legs locking as soon as she is close, more rattling of her limbs before a cloud of red waves her arrival. "Midas," the mare gasps out, her breath catching up with her. "You must stay calm." Pale blue eyes drift from the general toward the small boy at his side. A physician's face has taken over the worried lines of the girl just previously. Shaking off the weaker side which would fold under such pressure, Onni turns to the hard exterior that would keep her head cool in such a situation. Her head dips down toward the seizing body of the boy, examining him carefully. Poison was a monster that the mare had not battled before, but the invasion in the Edge had been her first occasion to mend bones as well. A gentle nudge of the small body to better reveal his wounds, seeking out where she would start.

After a short evaluation, Onni closes her eyes, pale face serene and calm, her heart reaching out toward the sky. Slowly light begins to pool around the healer, surrounding her and warming the small area around the trio. Threads of light begin to pull away from her body, snaking over toward the frail body of the boy in the dirt. Seeking out the cut upon his side, the light weedles its way into the flesh, the blood stream, probing with sightless eyes as the wound, filling the boy's tiny frame with the warmth of the sun. Onni's brow knits in concentration, the toxicity of his blood would be difficult to mend, but the healer was confident she could save his life.

Taking a deep breath, the healer's threads of light turn to white flames. In the bloodstream of the boy, the Sun God's holy flames seek out the poison, destroying them with the heat. A slow process and one that would likely be uncomfortable for the boy, but the Shaman prayed it would spare his life.
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