Seeking Refuge

[Volcan]

Volcan

Burn slow, burning up the back wall
Long roads, where the city meets the sky

Volcan’s brow furrows when the flaxen mare does not stand; partially because her code of conduct is mildly affronted at this slight breach of manners, but mostly because it must mean that the woman is too physically injured to stand at all. Both are admittedly terrible things, but for now, the girl allows her first problem to dissolve completely.

Not knowing whether to be scared or angry when the mare fails to reply in any manner of speed, Volcan just keeps staring down at her, slivered eyes uncannily focused. The filly floats between both emotions, completely out of her wits - what if this mare is, like, dying? Volcan can’t do anything if that’s the case. And then maybe she would be framed with murder! We couldn’t have that.

No, no, calm down. Daddy will believe your side of the story. Just keep your damn head, little girl.

Just as her mental pep talk draws to an end, the beached horse - I am a pun god - fancies it time to grace Volcan with a response. A long-winded one at that, but the filly can’t exactly blame her - she wouldn’t be able to speak too fast with wounds like that, either.


“Hmph. Well, if they ever return, identify them and they will be taken care of. We don’t appreciate brutality here.” Flicking her tail, Volcan wonders whether she ought to explain exactly where ‘here’ is, but Iona beats her to the next wave of conversation.

And it’s a rather obscure one, at that; Volcan frowns in great confusion, but realization dawns on her handsome features not too long after. This mare is clearly not from here; she doesn’t… know. About any of it.

“Well, it’s nothing you need to worry about right now anyway, as I can’t get any one’s attention from where we are, never mind someone with healing capabilities.” Although Volcan usually met problems head on, if she expected this woman to live, she probably shouldn’t make her faint by telling her about things like magic, healing, shape shifting, or telekinesis, which she herself has. She should definitely be healed before receiving that particular blow.

“Do you feel well enough to stand, Iona? You ought to drink, and laying down in your state will only make things harder for you later.”

This is not the end, this is just the world
Such a foolish thing, such an honest girl

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