Weary, she was weary.

Cream colored hooves drag lifelessly through the soil and thick waves of tall grass, pale legs dirtied with ash from the shrine she had knelt beside. In her heart, the shaman felt a quivering of uncertainty. Having faith in her mother, having faith in herself, and having faith in the sun above - all of it was being subject to question. The impending war that loomed over the Dragon's Throat like a dark cloud made her wish not to return to her desert home, and with the disappearance of the Sun God from the Veins, Onni was struggling with her inner turmoil more than ever. Still, when the healer closed her eyes, she could distinctly feel the presence of the warm deity resting in her soul. The mare was quite certain if she called upon the Sun for his healing that it would be delivered.

Yet, there was a shadow in her heart that had not existed before. The glimmer of optimism reigned her personality, and it was the reason why she was able to lift herself from the ground at the Veins. The God of the Sun would not abandon her; he was kind. He would return to Helovia, to her, and listen to her thoughts when the time was right. Perhaps, he was watching silently above, allowing for the tobiano to sort her own thoughts through. Quiet support would have been appreciated, but for now, she was left listening the the beating of her own heart in her ears. Slowly, the she makes her way clear of the brush, coming into the clear of sandy soil and the belly of fire that rises toward the sky, ash and cinder floating easily upon the wind.

Her blue eyes delight in the sight of fire, thinking herself perhaps close to the Sun God now, closer than his cold, ashen shrine. However, as they trace the lines down, they note the discarded figures by the lip. Sky eyes widen in shock and her body, sluggish just moments before, leaps into action, her pale legs carrying her swiftly over toward the sickly looking stallion and his equally as strange look pet, a canine that made Onni quite nervous. Her duty was to heal the sick, however, and that would not change just because of a strange companion she did not recognize entirely. She slows as she gets close, nostrils flaring in alarm of the dog, but finding that the mass of black fur does not appear threatening. Nudging the leg of the young stallion gently, the healer gets a tiny bit closer.

"Are you alright?" Onni asks, her voice small and calm, like the sound of a fresh spring breeze.

She hoped that he was.

[ ooc; x.o sorry for the wait and general crappiness of this post. Will get better. ]
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