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06-25-2013, 01:49 AM
Unexpectedly a call came, from deep within the mists. Ears twitched and swivelled as the Moon Doctor looked up in surprise. The Seer wanted a healer? Why? It was almost more for curiosity's sake than her sense of duty that the grulla mare stirred to answer. A flicker of thought drew the attention of her hunting soulmate as she headed deeper into the mists, awareness tracking his location as he abandoned his hunt to investigate himself.
In the near distance, almost lost amidst the mists, she noticed the figures of the Dragonheart's brothers. Dark eyes tracked them as they moved off in the opposite direction, quite obviously not the cause of this call for aid. But still, she watched until their dark forms were lost in the mists, unable to help herself from trying to tell them apart when their bodies were obscured so.
A soft chirrup from overhead drew her attention back to the matter at hand, hastening her steps until the pale outline of the Seer materialized from the deep mists. And at her feet... "What... happened to her?" Bewildered and concerned, the Wild Rose immediately bent to the task of analyzing the pegasus mare huddled at Hellena's hooves.
It was the blue dragon that noticed the young zephyr with the feathers near as dark as his own hide. Deliberately he settled onto the ground a careful distance away, wings flipping closed, before padding closer. His head bobbed as he trilled a friendly welcome, followed by a reassuring croon. Dragon and mare alike knew the way emotions could -and would- filter through the bond between companion and horse, even at this young age.
"I can do nothing for the lost wind, save close the wound. She will be grounded unless the Gods bless her." It was a muttered commentary, deliberately loud enough for Hellena to hear. "But this infection and the overall battering I can heal." Even as she spoke, she wove the magic of the Moon, swirling tendrils of darkness showing starkly against the drifting white of the mists. Following the intent of their wielder, they lay against the bloody, open sock that should have held a wing, cleansing the blood and mending the skin. Again they lay against dappled grey flesh, ridding the gash upon the mare's croup of corruption even as muscles and skin were stitched back together. Finally they wound their way over the peaks and valleys of the pegasus' body, soothing the worst of the aches and working out the deepest kinks.
The darkness dissipated as the grulla mare snorted out a breath, dark grey coat dampened by sweat. Wearied by the sheer amount of willpower and control it took to mend so many ills, she had left the smallest, simplest ones undone. Stepping back, Smoke stood with her head bent, drawing in deep breaths. "I have done what I can. Infection will not take her, and the worst wounds are closed. She will still hurt, but not nearly as much. It is best that she rest and recover as much as possible before making the return trip." Dark eyes lifted to study the pale figure of the Seer, thinking. She had caught the scents of Basin and Throat on the mare during the healing process. Basin most recent, Throat older but unmistakeable. A poorly treated prisoner, obviously. The Wild Rose wondered at the intensity of the reaction that would arise from the Resolute and the Tuuli when this mare's situation was revealed. The Basin had better beware, before they bit off a bigger bite than they could chew.
In the near distance, almost lost amidst the mists, she noticed the figures of the Dragonheart's brothers. Dark eyes tracked them as they moved off in the opposite direction, quite obviously not the cause of this call for aid. But still, she watched until their dark forms were lost in the mists, unable to help herself from trying to tell them apart when their bodies were obscured so.
A soft chirrup from overhead drew her attention back to the matter at hand, hastening her steps until the pale outline of the Seer materialized from the deep mists. And at her feet... "What... happened to her?" Bewildered and concerned, the Wild Rose immediately bent to the task of analyzing the pegasus mare huddled at Hellena's hooves.
It was the blue dragon that noticed the young zephyr with the feathers near as dark as his own hide. Deliberately he settled onto the ground a careful distance away, wings flipping closed, before padding closer. His head bobbed as he trilled a friendly welcome, followed by a reassuring croon. Dragon and mare alike knew the way emotions could -and would- filter through the bond between companion and horse, even at this young age.
"I can do nothing for the lost wind, save close the wound. She will be grounded unless the Gods bless her." It was a muttered commentary, deliberately loud enough for Hellena to hear. "But this infection and the overall battering I can heal." Even as she spoke, she wove the magic of the Moon, swirling tendrils of darkness showing starkly against the drifting white of the mists. Following the intent of their wielder, they lay against the bloody, open sock that should have held a wing, cleansing the blood and mending the skin. Again they lay against dappled grey flesh, ridding the gash upon the mare's croup of corruption even as muscles and skin were stitched back together. Finally they wound their way over the peaks and valleys of the pegasus' body, soothing the worst of the aches and working out the deepest kinks.
The darkness dissipated as the grulla mare snorted out a breath, dark grey coat dampened by sweat. Wearied by the sheer amount of willpower and control it took to mend so many ills, she had left the smallest, simplest ones undone. Stepping back, Smoke stood with her head bent, drawing in deep breaths. "I have done what I can. Infection will not take her, and the worst wounds are closed. She will still hurt, but not nearly as much. It is best that she rest and recover as much as possible before making the return trip." Dark eyes lifted to study the pale figure of the Seer, thinking. She had caught the scents of Basin and Throat on the mare during the healing process. Basin most recent, Throat older but unmistakeable. A poorly treated prisoner, obviously. The Wild Rose wondered at the intensity of the reaction that would arise from the Resolute and the Tuuli when this mare's situation was revealed. The Basin had better beware, before they bit off a bigger bite than they could chew.
