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07-03-2013, 02:03 PM
It was reassuring to watch from the corner of her eye as the pegasus mare slowly calmed, lulled by gentle words and innocent actions, settling into an even mindstate. But that shifted after the mention of healing, bringing an alert reaction from the grulla mare. Slow steps were taken as she watched the subtle swaying of the mare, Africa. That was the name revealed by Hellena after her own words fell silent and the Seer chimed in to actually do introductions.
Feather-light, her muzzle reached out to touch the curve of a lowered neck, wordlessly offering unasked-for support. Low crooning erupted from the dragon upon her back, a quietly soothing melody of reassurance. Even as he sang his tune, the one usually reserved for foals wakening out of nightmares, his ever-alert gaze fell upon a stranger and alerted his bonded just heartbeats before a young voice cried out in recognition of the battered mare.
The scent of the Throat was rich and exotic in the healer's nostrils as the young mare rushed forward to stand beside Africa, a flurry of movement and emotions. A draped wing, comforting touches to wipe away tears, the sudden shift from attentive and caring friend to sharp inquisitor.
"She was prisoner of the Basin, and ill-treated there. Two of our protectors rescued her, and I've done what I can to heal her physical ills. But I can do nothing for the damage done to her soul."
Feather-light, her muzzle reached out to touch the curve of a lowered neck, wordlessly offering unasked-for support. Low crooning erupted from the dragon upon her back, a quietly soothing melody of reassurance. Even as he sang his tune, the one usually reserved for foals wakening out of nightmares, his ever-alert gaze fell upon a stranger and alerted his bonded just heartbeats before a young voice cried out in recognition of the battered mare.
The scent of the Throat was rich and exotic in the healer's nostrils as the young mare rushed forward to stand beside Africa, a flurry of movement and emotions. A draped wing, comforting touches to wipe away tears, the sudden shift from attentive and caring friend to sharp inquisitor.
"She was prisoner of the Basin, and ill-treated there. Two of our protectors rescued her, and I've done what I can to heal her physical ills. But I can do nothing for the damage done to her soul."
