O N N I
back then our bones wouldn't break, always fighting to stay awake.

Leaning up against a tree, the shaman of the Throat, robbed of her healing power in the absence of the Sun, is injured from her recent jaunt north. Long had it been since her hooves met with such ferocity of battle, and the giant lava salamander had been far to difficult of a target for her to surmount. The painted girl had been soaring about its head with the giant snapped it around too quickly for her to dodge, finding herself knocked to the ground, painfully against her chocolate wing, skull cracking against the grassy floor and lights gone out.

At some point after the fight, Onni had been roused by a familiar face and brought home. However, the soreness of her left wing persisted. Likely, the bones were bruised or even possibly fractured. Her legs were still battered and and scrapped, burned from the lava which spewed from its neck on her cannons. She was injured but alive.

Tired from the constant throb of the burns on her legs, Onni has taken to sleeping the majority of the day away near to the Oasis. Her head held down, blonde locks gently caressing her face, the shaman is at peace. It is not the mare who hears the call of her name, but her small bird much more apt to the sounds of the world. Lyhty chirps in alarm, hearing the primordial slaughter of her name's pronounciation and remembering immediately who such masculine tones belong to - Gaucho. Onni, you are being called.

Being roused by the soft words of her companion, the healer lifts her head, her face turning outward toward the desert. Her sky eyes seek out the figure that Lyhty presents to her - large and bay, a rack of antlers and a bone protruding from his nose. Gaucho was an excellent warrior, the shaman knew, but today she learned that he was rather horrible about blending in. His massive form was seen even from a few hundred paces away, large and gawking. His antlers gleamed in the light of the massive flames, a shadow cast by his figure.

Turning on sore limbs, the painted girl makes her way toward the warrior, limping as she goes. Lyhty soars after, fluttering little wings caressing the air and crimson eyes watching his bonded carefully. Onni comes to stand in front of the massive boulder of a stallion, a smile upon her pale face. "Gaucho," her voice quiet but strong. "Is there something you needed?"