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Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
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Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
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Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
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[this is essentially for unskilled Nurses/members who maybe would like to be healers.
This is also an open thread so anyone, feel free to join in ^^]
To the music of birds singing in their perches or dancing in the sky, Torasin bounced along at his normal high actioned pace. Threads of creamy mane and tail jogging up and down with him all the while green pools kept their eyes on the horizon ahead. His destination was the shrine upon the cliff, it was a warm midday in the World's Edge, and it would be a pleasant one to spend some time up there. The newly appointed Moon Doctor decided it was time to do some jobs that suited his role and aided those who either served under him or simply wanted to become better healers. There may also be those who hadn't quite decided if the profession was for them yet and needed some guiding advice on the matter, others may simply deign to be in his company. Holding a rank of council gave Torasin a feeling that he had a general role too, so it was that he set aside some time for the horses of the Edge to come greet him. The paint would listen to their problems if need be, give advice for those who sought it and set a few tasks for those who served as training Nurses so they might become skilled.
The words he spoke to those new in the Threshold were ones of hope and activity, a herd that interacted with one another and offered opportunities for all. Torasin decided to put those words into actions, finally arriving at the shrine with a dip of his head he bowed to it. In a strange way that really maybe only the Moon Healer could understand. Kiba, his brown bonded, glided down from the bright blue sky and landed neatly on the shrine he had helped create with his own fire. All in all, he seemed quite pleased with his work as he shuffled along it's edges and started to clean his scales.
Lifting a sooty maw to the slight breeze, Torasin let out a gentle call for any who wished to seek him out. Kiba paused from his inspection of himself and joined in his bonded's call with his own bubbly trill. Today the Moon Healer's door was open to all and he stood silently now. Resting a back hoof as the sun shone down on his golden pelt as his bonded returning to his cleaning and Torasin wondered who would come. If anyone.
01-15-2013, 06:25 PM (This post was last modified: 02-05-2013, 11:12 PM by Tor.)
I am one of the Edge. The thought of this consumed the mare, ate away at her, lodged somewhere in the slightly guilty pit of her stomach. She had never ended up telling the Grey. Then again, she had the Edge now to protect her and safe-keep her. She had a home, a family to serve and love. That was all she really needed, all she had ever wanted. Wasn't it? Yes, it was.
The pale draft remained in the Edge, not keen to leave the quiet sanctuary of forest anytime soon, and she enjoyed listening to the trills of the birds, how alive the forest was, so unlike the deeper, darker brother to the east where animals kept as quiet and obscure as possible. The forest seemed painted in gold, each and every leaf veined in it, garbed in it, doused in it and deep rich shadows that seemed welcoming. It was as if when the Qian had made this their home, they had done something to it, something wonderful, made it just like themselves.
Tor couldn't hide the feeling the forest had never been so cheerful with the Qian holding it. It wasn't long before she heard a sound- dragon-call. Was it, maybe, Kiba she had met before? The mare broke into an ambling trot, hooves quieter than usual, a pale glistening ghost among the shadows.
"Torasin!" She cried out cheerfully, the wind snatching at her mane and tail, smelling like the salted sea far below. The pale draft slowed as she neared, reminded of something she had been pondering since acceptance. "I meant to ask you- am I a beginner nurse, sir, or a have I passed being 'skilled'?" Tor laughed cheerfully.
[Blergh... this post.]
we all have our stories- i'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.
Gossamer The Benevolent "Where there is desire there is gonna be a flame, where there is a flame someone is bound to get burned"
Her pale hide gracefully receives the warm sunlight through the cracks in the trees. Gossamer reflects upon how strange it is that she ended up living in the very same herdland which had held someone whom she had very much disliked. She wondered how often he'd walked through these same trees, how he'd lived, what he'd nurtured and destroyed. Her golden eyes saw signs of new growth here and there, a rebirth of sorts, from the Sun God's brutal fires. Why was she here? In this place which had seen so much pain recently. Why did she always follow chaos and pain and disruption. Did she hope to stop or heal it? If so, how could she intend to do so? The white mare shook her head to clear her thoughts. The DragonHeart had been kind in offering her a home and, while she certainly wanted retirement, she hadn't ever been one to just sit around. She wanted something to do to keep her busy. On her back, Lazulli chortled,"Do I not keep you busy enough Heart?"
It was just her luck then when she heard a call from a voice she knew well. Drawn she wandered towards the voice, arriving just after the first words of one who was in his gallant company. A small smile crossed her lips and her eyes shone brightly as they confirmed what her ears had heard. "Hello Torasin, dear friend, how have you been?" Her voice was silky and content as she spoke, making it clear her contentment at her new home. She then turned to the newcomer and gave her a dip of her head in return. "And a greeting to you as well. I don't believe we've met before. I am Gossamer the Benevolent." Her voice was friendly and kind, like that of a young grandmother.
Lazulli then took his turn and chortled to the young Brown in a fatherly sort of way. Though he outranked the Brown, he was old enough to where he could just enjoy the company. Soon enough, he leaped from her back to swirl around the brown and then out, in an attempt to start his own game of tag. She hadn't stopped hearing about that game with Akaith since the day she was accepted and was glad to see her poor lonely Blue finally finding other fellow dragons.
The Edge was an amazing place to call home and I had no quarrels about it’s significance to my heart. If I had done anything differently in my life, I wouldn’t be who I am today and I have no shame in the way I live. I had discovered a new part of myself that I longed to indulge. I wanted to heal and to enjoy the sense of self-satisfaction that I would surely encounter while doing so. I could remember Adura, whom I found in the Threshold, frail and starving. I had brought her back to the Edge in hoped that she could recover and now, months later, she was flourishing within the mists of our home. She was an angel born of greed and I had allowed her to spread her wings within the veils of safety that the fog created along our borders. However, the mist wasn’t our only form of defense. Mirage the Dragonheart was a force to be reckoned with and I was more than glad to back her when she called. Many rivals tried to mimic her leadership, but in my mind’s eyes, we had ended up with the very best.
My body had grown thick in the winter months and I was certain that I could shed a few pounds, but that wasn’t my purpose today. Though, I made a silent promise to myself that I would contemplate taking up a few spars in order to sustain my former resilience. Something about the cold invited me to hibernation like some old grisly, hiding beneath the snowy mounds of frost until the sun finally grew near enough to swathe me in gentle heat. My bones had even grown brittle from the lack of activity and my knees were eager to protest as I moved across the moist earth, damp from the approaching spring rains. Around my toes, the mud began to suckle and screech beneath my weight and though I had grown somewhat accustomed to traversing the sticky remnants of Frostfall, I was greedily awaiting the hardened grounds of Tallsun.
However, the benign rays of spring light did wonders to illuminate the soft dappling along my bay coat. for once, I felt at an advantage when it came to my appearance, considering it had taken a low blow due to the deformity of my wings. But, as I thought about it, I wondered what exactly I would do with such an attribute. I was perfectly satisfied with wandering the lands on foot as it seemed that I had become more appreciative of the world around me that way.
Perhaps it was one of the things that seemed to take hold of me when I decided that this day would be a fine day to wander restlessly about The Edge. I had tried to discover every nook and cranny that was hidden by the mists, but it seemed that I had grown bored with notion and taken to pacing when and if I felt the need to move. But, as I had turned haunches one more to caress the path that led to the lip of the cliff, I heard him call. It was tune of high anticipation and I wondered what exactly Torasin had been searching for when he released such a sound. Of course, being of such a curious nature- I had to find out.
Something about the urgency in his tone had me pounding through the Edge at a much quicker step than usual. That’s not to say that I came running like some sick dog, but really… just a fast amble that suited my winter weight more efficiently. Though, it appeared as if my slow response hadn’t landed me in last place. I was on the third of three to come to Torasin’s asking. He stood before us, jubilant as ever and it made me curious to find out what he had to say. A draft mare and a striking Andalusian were both in company and while I didn’t know their names, something about them struck me as… soft and intelligent. However, I assumed that most mares were considered such and I let the thought pass without much hesitation.
The painted draft introduced herself as Tor and I couldn’t help but think that it was a lovely name, though, I wasn’t sure if it was because it so closely resembled my own if it I truthfully thought it suited her. Whatever the case, it wasn’t long before the other mare, appropriately called Gossamer introduced herself as well. However, she didn’t introduce herself to Torasin as I would have thought, but instead to the new mare, Tor. It gave me reason to believe that she had been here before, just from the way that she held herself. She was an older gal who would know a little something about respect and I only hoped that I would find out how she had ended up back in the Edge. I looked to Torasin now, smiling broadly at the fellow that I had come to call my friend. “How have you been, my brother?”
I paused for a moment to anticipate his words before turning to the two faces that I now could place names to and smiled once more. “I’m Thor, it’s a pleasure to meet you both.”
The gentle, subtle summons that rang from the maw of the World's Edge Moon Doctor drifted towards the ears of the Leader, as she wandered about the heart of her lands, musing silently with her beloved bonded, taking the moment to be in the company of her own thoughts. But time enough had passed in her solitude, so the mare decided to heed the call of her Head Healer, wanting to make the most of the opportunity, to assess those who filled the specialised ranks, who deserved to be recognised and embraced by the magic of the lands, who wanted to enter in the profession of the art of healing? With the illusionary cloak draped about her shoulders, the DragonHeart moved with delicate, light, dancer's steps, the motion made with practiced ease. Not only did she know virtually every nook and cranny of the lands, she was naturally quite surefooted and loathe to stand still for more than a small collection of moments.
Upon coming within close enough range to the gathered, the leader paused her steps, with Akaith lingering behind, amongst the canopy, perhaps appearing as nothing more than a wayward ray of sunlight. The shadows of the treeline aided her magic in cloaking her form, only the breeze betrayed her to those who were paying attention to different scents upon the wind. She looked between each one, focussing first upon the painted steed who called them all together. There was love there, between them, love that their morals and circumstances would never allow them to completely embrace. But Torasin would always be her best friend, an ally that she could rely on forevermore, a steed whom the Leader could only wish the very best for. Mirage smiled to herself, before allowing her gaze to drift to the draft mare, whom she also recognised, but was surprised to see still. The dark mare didn't quite know what to make of Tor, and discovering that the pale draft longed to call the Edge her home triggered a yearning to have a deeper discussion with her.
Eyes then drifted to the light form of Gossamer, whose bodice stood, as pale as Mirage's was black. The smile resurfaced upon her hidden lips, a flood of memories drawing right back to days in Isilme, back when Akaith was but a hatchling, and she herself a young mare, fresh onto her wandering trail from the dark, everlasting twilight lands of the Path of the Moon. It was good to see Gossamer back in her element of a Healer, though they were yet to discuss what role she wanted to take up within her new home. A large, domineering frame entered her sights then, the tall, dark form of Thor. He had followed Mirage here as a Protector, but his gentle soul had craved the gentler arts of healing instead - the mare did not criticise nor hate him for it, but admired the dedication with which he threw himself into the role.
A small wuffle was made then, and the mare decided to reveal herself properly to the group, walking as if she were elegance personified as the shimmering, burry cloak of her magic fell to nonexistence around her. Akaith entered in much a dragonly way, diving down from the canopy to greet the two male dragons with much enthusiasm, chortling greetings to all the hooved friends present too. A dark smudge upon the loam, Mirage approached them, and itch upon her shoulder where a deep gash laid healing of its own accord, after she had used her own fire to seal the flow of blood. Genuine and proud, the WeyrLeader smiled to her friends, nodding her refined tiara to each of them in turn, before reaching out with her soft muzzle to stroke Torasin's shoulder in greeting.
"Perhaps I can be of assistance? A patient for the healers of the realm to study?" Her tones are light and playful, curled with the exotic accent of her birthland, though she did genuinely hope to be of assistance.
Last but not least came the form of the red roan with a blanket of white on her rear. Long had she pushed the words of the God of the Spark out of her mind. The Qian had won this land fair and square, and she still bore the scars on her rear to prove it. In time they might heal and return to the way they had been before, but for now they told a story. Kiara had been lingering on the outskirts of World's Edge when she heard the call of the newly appointed Moon Doctor, Torasin. Quickly she had picked up her pace and headed off to where the call had come from. Green eyes eager to see who else would be answering the call.
Her head lowered the moment she realized that she was the last to arrive. Even their WeyrLeader had made it before her. She still was struggling with for filling the second half of her quest from the God of the Spark. She hung back, behind the others still not sure if she truly fit in as a healer or if she was made for war. In her heart she knew she wanted to help, but she also wanted to protect those she loved. Instead of speaking she remained quiet and thoughtful. Her gaze was lowered, as if she had gone back to her old shy self. So much ran through the almost three year old's head.. So much that she did not yet want to speak about but would need to talk about soon enough. Green eyes looked up finally first to Torasin, glancing at the other nurses and then to Mirage. It was safe to say she would be the least experienced and the youngest among them.. Everyone has to start somewhere... I guess She thought to herself before letting her gaze drop once again.
"talk talk"
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They came on the breeze and more answered than he expected. Tor was the first, apparently Rishima had finally let the girl in, painted like himself with a cheerful cry. His dragon answered with a colourful trill of recognition and Torasin dipped his head in graceful greeting. Listening to her request and happy that she had chosen the healing discipline "Tor! Your skills are great without a doubt, if you can prove it by working for our herd I will speak with Mirage on your behalf" he happily informed the femme. Although he knew she had great healing knowledge, he wanted to see her put it to use to help their herd and be acknowledged for it.
The next who appeared took Torasin by surprise. The pale alabaster hide of Gossamer appeared through the trees and her blue bonded chided Kiba into a game of tag, which the brown obliged with huge exuberance. Chasing after the blue with a flurry of wild flapping and loud chirping. The paint laughed and bowed to Gossamer, she may be no Lead anymore, but Torasin treated her still as such. "Gossamer! What a wonderful surprise! I have been well, and yourself ma'am?" The healer tried to remember the last time he had seen her and Lazulli, it had been a long time and he had worried after her disappearance for her well being. So he was incredibly relieved to see her now before him, looking well in her physical being.
Looking back to the wood Torasin began to wonder who else was hiding in there. He never knew the Benevolent had joined their ranks, his herd had more secrets than it was letting on. It reminded the gilded boy that he should do more patrols round the herd, he was dearly falling behind who was joining and maybe even leaving. The smile he held for everyone now turned on Thor, the small winged stud he had met once before. The poor boy had been in a confused mess that day and was pondering over staying a warrior or becoming a Nurse. So he was even more overjoyed that another had joined underneath himself and Smoke. Each he cherished in a small place in his heart and Torasin felt a slight bit of pride when the dark bay Sir came towards him, pride that Thor had managed to make the decision he so needed to make. "Thor, Sir, I am well! Very much glad to see you here, has life been treating you better recently, Sir?" He enquired with an honest heart just after Thor introduced himself to the other two.
The voice that could grasp his heart in a simple command was the one that reached his lobes now. It was as if she had been there all along, and Torasin was partly wondering if she had, her shimmering form now appearing and the golden form of Akaith went after the playing dragons. Much to the young Kiba's joy. On the ground, the painted gentleman resisted a shiver of delight as Mirage touched his shoulder and he returned the same greeting whilst looking critically at her wound. His gentle laugh sang on the air as she offered herself as a test subject before his face turned thoughtful "I'm sure we would love to examine our glorious Leader, Milady. I may finally be able to do something about that wound on your shoulder" he noted. Making sure she knew he hadn't forgotten about it, really, he should have found her sooner. The wound was healing itself now, but he wanted to look over it anyway.
One more arrived before he could address them as a whole, it was the spotted form of Kiara. A mare he knew quite well after they teamed up to fight in the invasion and another young, budding Nurse who he was sure had bags of talent. She said nothing but Torasin dipped his head in greeting, making sure she didn't feel left out in the company that had grown larger than he had imagined.
Now came the time to talk to them as a whole. Torasin paused to gather his thoughts and clear his voice, the meeting was mostly a way for the paint to know exactly who had chosen the healing art and to make sure they knew he was always here for them should they have questions or concerns. "Thank you for coming, gentle Sirs and Ladies. I have called you here so I can firstly know exactly who has chosen the art of healing and so I can implore you to now ask any questions you may have about your chosen rank. I am also here to help you get better experience in Healing, if you would like a task to complete or knowledge on general healing I would be happy to oblige. Our priority is to keep this herd as fit and healthy as possible and heal any injuries that need attention, major or minor. For example, our lovely Leaders shoulder wound... If I may Milady?"
His vibrant green eyes turned on the pitch coloured femme now, his gaze a tender question as he gathered his gifted magic and awaited her approval.
T O R A S I N ;; isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes,
but when you look back... Everything is different
02-04-2013, 07:28 PM (This post was last modified: 02-14-2013, 03:39 AM by Gossamer.)
Gossamer The Benevolent "Where there is desire there is gonna be a flame, where there is a flame someone is bound to get burned"
Gossamer smiled at the names of the new friends who gathered. Tor, Thor, and Torasin..whom she'd always thought of as Tor. It should prove to be an interesting meeting for certain. Then, from the shadows came the Shadow. The Benevolent knew she hadn't really discussed her role within the Lead's herd, but she hoped that the mare wouldn't be annoyed at her presence here at this meeting. She was mostly just curious, wishing to see if there were any small things(at least) that she could partake in for the herd. Golden eyes shimmered at Torasin's bow to her, which she returned whole-heartedly. "I have been through some trials, but am well now. " her voice was soft, calm. Following her reply, she turned her attention from the gathering to watch the frolicking dragons, as the others spoke their turns. She noticed the late arrival of Kiara, somewhat sad and embarrassed. Though she need not be, the herdland was large and dense, likely to take some time to get through regardless. There was something vaguely familiar about the mare, she couldn't quite put her hoof on it, but she thought she'd perhaps seen her at a meeting somewhere.
Torasin spoke again and Gossamer saw his excitement at the possibility of touching Mirage, at Mirage touching him. The dragonheart, as she'd learned her Mirage was called now, certainly had that effect on most males who happened upon the black mare's presence. A small smile touched her lips and she spoke up, following Torasin's final words, " I, as you know Torasin, was a healer for quite some time when I was younger, a mother for more years than not, and would be more than adapt at helping out with foaling, colicky young foals and etc. I don't remember much past that, but if you'd have me, I would be more than willing to help out in whatever way you'd like." She finished and then added on to the end of her statement, " And, if I may, the wound could probably just use a salve?"
{OOC: Meh, sorry for crappy post, I really did try! lol, and I didn't wanna post ahead of anyone. =p}
Tor tips her head in quiet joy of his warm greeting, happy to see a friendly face amongst uncertainty; her creamy forelock drifts into her soft chocolate eyes, and she shakes her skull, disloding the pearly hairs. It's funny how horses live up to their colors, so to speak; she could not quite imagine Torasin being any different than the golden horse he is, a cheery spirit, one that wore his yellow-and-white coat well.
Another pale mare appears, just as pearly and pale as Tor herself; another alabastar femme walking in the budding life of this spring day, where everything is youthful. Despite the fire, the hungry leaping flames, from last Tallsun, the world here had healed well, like a broken bone mending even stronger than before. She moves with the quiet contentment of an older mare who has aged well and continues on with life in steady confidence; and Tor finds herself admiring a mare who holds herself so well, when Tor herself is constantly fretting and worrying and wondering of what will be and what is. Of course, she hoped settling down would fix this; nail her down a little more, as with her being with Destrier and becoming round at the belly. "Hello there!" Tor speaks up, cheerful as the chirping birds, and gives one of her most delightful smiles; "I'm Tor. It's lovely to meet you."
The next to come is another she has not met, looking ever so slightly... not timid, persay, and not cautious; not afraid, but not outgoing. He is a big stallion, hardly smaller than her and more broad; and he has little wings along the side of his body, shuffling brown feathers. What would it be like to fly? Of course, she doubts he could with his mass and the width of his little cherub wings; but nevertheless, she likes his warm face. It seems here, at least, everyone is friendly, and the stallions are gentlemen; at least you didn't get any riff-raff like the Gray. Tor finds herself enjoying the thought immensely, and despite the slightest of sinking of fear of speaking to Ophelia, she smiles back and her spirits rise again. "I'm Tor."
Thirdly came the DragonHeart, and for a moment Tor finds herself stiffening, muscles clenching slightly in curiousity and wariness- does Mirage remember her attempt to rescue her? If she did, was she disappointed in her failure? Would she judge the healer for it? Yet if it was true, Mirage did not give outward sign of it, nor the little golden dragon- she smiles at each and every one of them, a genuine smile, and her worries melt away into the sweet spring air. "Mirage? May we speak after this meeting?" Tor queries politely, ears flicking forward in quiet curiousity. She hopes the DragonHeart will say yes- she would like to catch up with her.
Lastly comes a mare, hardly more than a filly; a red roan appaloosa, who Tor does not know; and she shoots a quick smile towards the yearling before returning her attention to the head of the class. Gossamer speaks up, of foals, and the draft is curious to how many foals and childbirth, despite being a healer rather skilled in the matter whilst not bearing foals herself; maybe because there is a child growing inside her. And onward to salves.
Tor allows herself a careful scrutinizing of the wound; it is partially healed, through age, and she says quietly, but ever so politely; "Tsk tsk, Torasin, not healing the leader of your herd sooner?" But she laughs, kindly, teasingly, and looks again. "Comfrey is always good for mending wounds; and chamomile is antibacterial as well as anti-inflammatory; calendula as well. I don't think we would need marigold, chervil, or those sort of anti-infection herbs, for it's been healing on its own and infection would've developed before now. As long as you keep it clean, Mirage." She pauses, and concludes; "I think a solution of chamomile and comfrey would be good, and change it every day or so. If it was more fresh, I would suggest changing every few hours; but it's not."
we all have our stories- i'll tell you mine if you tell me yours.
If we had all come with a purpose, it was yet to be stated. I had no real idea as to why Torasin had called us all here today, at least until his smooth voice filtered the air with a pliable cause. I listened closely using the time to look around once more at faces that surrounded me. Mirage had made an appearance, offering her services as a “patient” so to speak. She was calm as always, putting my racing heart to rest as we gathered around her. Some offered explanations and ways to heal her. However, I was caught staring at the old wound as it slowly began to heal. The lips were hardened with dried blood and puss and the sight of it was rather grueling. Kiara had followed her in and like she, I remained in silence. I had yet to discover the mechanics to healing and this was slightly daunting in the sense that I did not want to suggest something and fail.
However, as I had failed to say much to Torasin, I took it upon myself to answer his polite inquisition for small talk. “Life has been better than ever and I am glad to see that it has been treating you well. I never got to congratulate you on your new position. I think they chose the right man for the job.” A warm smile parted my lips and I was glad to call him our Moon Doctor. He had done so much for us, a loyal representation of everything that I desired to be. As I thought about it, I sat quietly and listened to the casual conversation. Torasin had gone to Mirage as I knew he would, a dutiful Doctor as it were. Gossamer suggested a salve to help the wound heal naturally and I couldn’t have agreed more. It didn’t appear as if the gash was hindering our leader, so I felt that it would be best to let the wound heal on its own.
Tor had taken the initiative to produce an actual remedy and I smiled upon her for her knowledge. She would make a great healer for The Edge. “Tor is a lovely name Miss.” Looking again to the small group, I nodded my ascent. “I do agree that a salve would be best for the wound as Gossamer has mentioned and I think Tor has come up with the right remedy. You should be fine in no time. The Chamomile will help with the scarring and if you use a little Thyme to clean the wound, it will prevent any infection or further inflammation.” I gave Mirage a friendly smile, fully satisfied with the options that everyone had offered our leader. Perhaps I would learn more from this meeting that I previously thought.
An amused glitter sparkled behind her golden eyes as Torasin's chirpy words summoned a happiness within her only he could stir. He was infectious, lovable and pure, she hoped for nothing more than a happy, long life for him. Akaith was absorbed in her play with the young brown, the little creature she knew her dragon saw as a brother, or a son, something closer than mere friendship but not so deep as lust -he is a brown, after all- came her little mental quip, given with nothing more than fact - a brown dragon was unlikely to outrace a bronze or silver when it came time for the little gold to rise to mate. Akaith was gleaming with life, the ancient little queen happily displayed her prowess in the air, her little streak of vanity happily stroked by the attentions of the blue and brown. They certainly created quite a racket when they were riled up, and so with a sharp glance to the skies, a mental nudge, Akaith quietened her happy tones down, insisting the others to follow suit as she took the play to a patch of trees a bit further away, so that they could participate in curious dragonly activities without being criticized for what others would define as simple 'noise'.
Tor addressed her, and with a curiously raised brow Mirage gave half a nod in response - why would the outcast mare want to speak to her? Mirage had said she was welcome within the borders of the Edge, and it seemed that the pale maiden had certainly made herself welcome.. Tor even continued to spout out remedies to heal the leader's shoulder like she was a regular Nurse. Rishima had told Mirage of an interesting, tense conversation held between the Advocate and the Outcast, but she wasn't aware that the Edge had become a more permanent abode for the femme. Either way, an extra healer to aid the herd was not something Mirage would turn down easily, though some consideration needed to be had with Tor - curious things had happened, actions that confused her, things that would need to be clarified before anything else was settled upon.
Ears flicked this way and that as they all gathered around, each proffering their two cents worth of knowledge and advice. The WeyrLeader gave them all an indulgent smile, before pulling upon her own sultry tones to explain the precautions she had already taken to ensure it healed straight and true.
"The wound was caused by my own dragon's tail, and sealed with fire not a minute after it's opening. That initial scab washed off upon my return here from the Basin, where Akaith helped to clean it in our fresh stream."
While she appreciated their traditional remedies, it would be useful, she thought, to see the Dark, Windy magic that Torasin expertly orchestrated now as Moon Doctor of the lands at work. Feeling the magic stirring within him in the way the wind danced playfully about his mane, and the shadows beneath him seemingly take on a life of their own, she gave a nod of permission, uttering softly, but still loud enough for the group to hear; "I think a demonstration of the land's own healing arts would be quite suitable here."
[- Kiara is AA guys, so feel free to continue on! -]
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