11-11-2018, 11:16 PM
She should not be in this place. She should not be here amongst the sandstone caverns barely there vegetation. Winter had ravaged this land, or so it seemed, but she seen random things that she had only see at edges of the ocean. A starfish beneath a tree. A seashell and the remnants of a crab too far from the edges of the land to make sense. There were other things, like the constant smell of brine and fish and other smelly things that she was not used too.
It felt off, the undercurrents of something running beneath the surface of the soil. The scent of blood was heavy on the air and she couldn’t help but want to make sure whatever it was was okay. Her bleeding heart would get her in trouble one of these times, she just knew it. And maybe this time was it.
So she moved deeper, wary, but stubborn in her choice. So when she sees him lying in a pool of blood she only pauses a moment to check her surroundings before she goes to him. She moves quickly but she is careful when she gets to the blood, sees some of it dried and staining the ground while other bits of it are fresh, from the bone armor plates growing across his skin.
She frowns at this, and frowns again when he says a name that certainly isn’t her. He was sick. Her nose pressing against his neck and then his face feeling the heat that emanated from him
before she even presses her lips there to his skin. His eyes blinking shut completely and his body relaxing as he drifted off into a sleep.
She huffs softly. She has no healing magic, just the immortality that ran through her veins keeping her young, even as her triplet sisters aged. The thought saddened her immensely. For now though, this stallion laying like a babe was going to be her priority. So she stands near him, letting her eyes roam and wander as she kept look out for the stallion that couldn’t keep a lookout for himself.
She checks on him periodically, her lips finding some part of him to touch, to check, because she is a naturally touchy girl and it soothes her to do so. A soft humming coming from her throat as she filled the quiet of the land around her with a soft melody that had been sung to her so long ago.
It felt off, the undercurrents of something running beneath the surface of the soil. The scent of blood was heavy on the air and she couldn’t help but want to make sure whatever it was was okay. Her bleeding heart would get her in trouble one of these times, she just knew it. And maybe this time was it.
So she moved deeper, wary, but stubborn in her choice. So when she sees him lying in a pool of blood she only pauses a moment to check her surroundings before she goes to him. She moves quickly but she is careful when she gets to the blood, sees some of it dried and staining the ground while other bits of it are fresh, from the bone armor plates growing across his skin.
She frowns at this, and frowns again when he says a name that certainly isn’t her. He was sick. Her nose pressing against his neck and then his face feeling the heat that emanated from him
before she even presses her lips there to his skin. His eyes blinking shut completely and his body relaxing as he drifted off into a sleep.
She huffs softly. She has no healing magic, just the immortality that ran through her veins keeping her young, even as her triplet sisters aged. The thought saddened her immensely. For now though, this stallion laying like a babe was going to be her priority. So she stands near him, letting her eyes roam and wander as she kept look out for the stallion that couldn’t keep a lookout for himself.
She checks on him periodically, her lips finding some part of him to touch, to check, because she is a naturally touchy girl and it soothes her to do so. A soft humming coming from her throat as she filled the quiet of the land around her with a soft melody that had been sung to her so long ago.