A short period of silence was broken by the voice of another stallion that appeared behind Aten and the unconscious mare. The golden one turned his head to see who it was that had approached, but was surprised to, at first, see nothing but empty space there. A shimmer of light seemed to move against the trees as a small cloud of frost appeared in the air, indicating that someone was indeed there. The stallion's form appeared as the frost vanished back into the air, but the golden stallion was hardly fazed.
A trait like that was no surprise; he'd met plenty of horses who could do that before. And who was he to question such an ability? He could talk to a falcon.
The two stallions turned their attention back to the mare to see if she would wake at the sound of their voices. Sure enough, it seemed to work. Her eyes fluttered open, but she seemed to be fighting an internal battle as she continued to lay there. It almost seemed as if she was struggling to get her legs to work for her. That had Aten worried; could she potentially be experiencing paralysis of a sort? From whatever had just happened to her to knock her out like that?
His idea was squashed when the mare managed to roll herself over onto her stomach to be more comfortable, and Aten was relieved that she was at least still able to move. There was a tremble in her body, not quite as if she was scared, or from exhaustion at the effort to move. Perhaps whatever had happened to her was affecting many parts of her. It would explain the way she was acting, considering she also seemed to have trouble moving her wings. Aten hardly knew a wounded horse who lost control of their wings, or couldn't figure them out, save for newborn foals of course.
The other stallion had said this mare had undergone a shift. So she was a shifter, it seemed, like many other horses Aten knew. Was the shift really so painful that this mare was left in such a bad shape? What could have happened during the shift to knock her down like this? Aten didn't yet figure it was possible for horses to be left in their shifted state for such a long time to the point that they were essentially newborn foals when they returned to their equine selves. The golden stallion would later come to that conclusion after some thought, but for now, his mind was focused on how he could help this mare since she seemed worse for wear.
The mare turned her head to look at the two stallions, her dark blue eyes piercing the brown of the golden one. He was momentarily struck by such a pretty sight, for the blue eyes stood out nicely against her creamy colored coat, but when he heard her speak, Aten was focused immediately.
She said one word... wrong. Aten was puzzled for a moment. Was this mare saying that the other stallion was wrong in his deduction of what happened? No, that wouldn't make sense. If he was wrong, then the mare wouldn't be in so much pain. She had to be agreeing with what he said, that the transformation went wrong.
The mare's eyes grew frantic as some time passed, and Aten tried to figure out how he could remedy this. Hmm, perhaps he could treat this as if he were showing a new kingdom member around, even though this was the river site. He spoke in a calm voice to try and help the mare feel relaxed, also saying his words slower so she could keep up. It seemed saying that one word had taken a lot of effort, so Aten didn't know to what extent her speech abilities were hindered. As it was, perhaps she wouldn't understand everything he would say to her either. He didn't speak to her like a foal, treating her like an adult, but wanted to make it easy. He was just really hoping she wouldn't find this offensive.
"My name is Aten," he began, lowering his head so he was closer to eye level. "You passed out... near the River... by the Forest. You're... safe here. No one... will hurt you. Do you... have a name?"
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A trait like that was no surprise; he'd met plenty of horses who could do that before. And who was he to question such an ability? He could talk to a falcon.
The two stallions turned their attention back to the mare to see if she would wake at the sound of their voices. Sure enough, it seemed to work. Her eyes fluttered open, but she seemed to be fighting an internal battle as she continued to lay there. It almost seemed as if she was struggling to get her legs to work for her. That had Aten worried; could she potentially be experiencing paralysis of a sort? From whatever had just happened to her to knock her out like that?
His idea was squashed when the mare managed to roll herself over onto her stomach to be more comfortable, and Aten was relieved that she was at least still able to move. There was a tremble in her body, not quite as if she was scared, or from exhaustion at the effort to move. Perhaps whatever had happened to her was affecting many parts of her. It would explain the way she was acting, considering she also seemed to have trouble moving her wings. Aten hardly knew a wounded horse who lost control of their wings, or couldn't figure them out, save for newborn foals of course.
The other stallion had said this mare had undergone a shift. So she was a shifter, it seemed, like many other horses Aten knew. Was the shift really so painful that this mare was left in such a bad shape? What could have happened during the shift to knock her down like this? Aten didn't yet figure it was possible for horses to be left in their shifted state for such a long time to the point that they were essentially newborn foals when they returned to their equine selves. The golden stallion would later come to that conclusion after some thought, but for now, his mind was focused on how he could help this mare since she seemed worse for wear.
The mare turned her head to look at the two stallions, her dark blue eyes piercing the brown of the golden one. He was momentarily struck by such a pretty sight, for the blue eyes stood out nicely against her creamy colored coat, but when he heard her speak, Aten was focused immediately.
She said one word... wrong. Aten was puzzled for a moment. Was this mare saying that the other stallion was wrong in his deduction of what happened? No, that wouldn't make sense. If he was wrong, then the mare wouldn't be in so much pain. She had to be agreeing with what he said, that the transformation went wrong.
The mare's eyes grew frantic as some time passed, and Aten tried to figure out how he could remedy this. Hmm, perhaps he could treat this as if he were showing a new kingdom member around, even though this was the river site. He spoke in a calm voice to try and help the mare feel relaxed, also saying his words slower so she could keep up. It seemed saying that one word had taken a lot of effort, so Aten didn't know to what extent her speech abilities were hindered. As it was, perhaps she wouldn't understand everything he would say to her either. He didn't speak to her like a foal, treating her like an adult, but wanted to make it easy. He was just really hoping she wouldn't find this offensive.
"My name is Aten," he began, lowering his head so he was closer to eye level. "You passed out... near the River... by the Forest. You're... safe here. No one... will hurt you. Do you... have a name?"
@[Pteron] @[Vastra]