i've never fallen from quite this high | savage pony

[basilica]

basilica

There is nothing strange about his answer, not to her. She, who has healed herself many times over, too. Mostly when her mother marched her across miles and miles to reach places Basilica had never seen before in order to meet people Basilica had never heard of. She had discovered her own ability to heal through a bout of anger she’d felt toward her mother, which made her flush with guilt every time she entertained the thought of using her magic.

But she nods her understanding now and then shuffles backward several paces to create more room for his landing. She shifts her weight and closes her eyes, heeding his advice. This commotion is louder even than the sound he’d made when he’d ended up entangled in the branches overhead and she does not open her eyes again until there is quiet.

It is only now that she gets her first good look at him, watching as he extends one wing and not the other. She almost offers to mend it for him before she remembers what he’d said and how it had sounded like he was capable of healing himself, too.

It is only after he asks about the river that she notices the soot splashed across his hide. She nods quickly and glances in the direction of the river. “Yes, of course,” she murmurs, “follow me.” And, with that, she sets off toward the water. She is silent as they walk purposefully and does not turn to him again until they reach the river’s edge.

“What happened?” she asks quietly, her expression troubled as she studies him.

heaven's gate had
such eloquent graffiti

@[Gale]