that's all there is
The little red mare is grazing quietly in the smaller field, the one shaped almost like a peninsula, bordered on most edges by the wandering freshwater stream and on the last side by hills which give it some shelter from wind and elements. She’s alone, under the bright summer sun, until suddenly she isn’t. She startles backwards several steps (she’s easily startled, nowadays. Still frightened by sounds and scents and very nearly her own shadow. Noah has never been alone, never been away from Rhonen, and the stress of being the only one looking out for herself is catching up to her) at the sight of a horse lying amongst the flowers and grasses, a mere horse-length away.
She forces herself not to run by sheer force of will, and instead takes a deep inhale and samples the air. The stranger smells of snow and ice, of places far distant and cold. There’s a short thrashing motion and then stillness, but the creature does not rise. A moment later, as Noah is bracing herself to step forward and investigate, a finely-shaped head appears over the tops of the meadow grass, and Noah is momentarily pinned by the gaze of the bay horse. Mare. There’s something…familiar about the gaze, and the little pegasus is drawn forward, steps cautious and shy.
“Hello,” she murmurs it, offering a little smile. “I’m Noah,” as she draws closer she can feel the illness in the stranger, and she frowns a little. Not a threatening expression, not on the little roan mare who doesn’t even break out of the ‘pony’ category, but more one of concentration as she reaches out to the sickness, evaluating it, nearly tasting the weight of it in her throat. “You’re not well,” she says softly. “Let me help you.”
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@[Kolera] td;lr Noah wants to heal her, but also has no idea who she is :|