11-04-2018, 10:16 PM
Cress didn’t know what she was expecting when she found the mare from Pangea again, but when the other mare turns to her with a mixture of joy and relief spreading across her features, she cannot help the smile that crosses her lips. They embrace, though Cress makes sure to pull back after a moment so that she doesn’t pain the other woman too much. Her eyes scan the other, taking in the gash in her chest and the burns that map their way along her shoulder and neck, and she grimaces sympathetically. “Allow me,” she murmurs, reaching for her own gift so that she can knit the woman’s breast back together. If she refuses that is fine, but Cress wants to help in any way that she can.
Her eyes drift to the snow-white stallion as he begins to speak. He is well-spoken, of that there is no doubt, but like Leliana there is something about him that she can’t quite place a finger on. He explains that he, too, is also a healer and she smiles cautiously, knowing that simple healing won’t expel the plague from their bodies. She has already tried that and failed miserably; what could he possibly do that she can’t? Perhaps he has been gifted much longer than she.
The bay-and-red mare—Leliana, Cress finally learns—explains that they were in Pangea when everything occurred, and Cress’s chocolate eyes fall to the sand beneath their hooves. “Carnage... he sent out an impulse,” she murmurs, still aghast that they were unable to help poor Rhonen. “Kill this stallion, or destruction will reign upon Beqanna. Kill him, or be destroyed. We couldn’t let that happen.”
Tears fill her eyes and she blinks hard, unable to meet either of their gazes. “We couldn’t save him.”
She falls silent, wanting a shoulder to lean upon but there is no one here to hold her up—Leliana is so weak herself and they have only just met this new stallion. Dawn... hopefully is safe. She had entrusted the care of her to the queens of Hyaline, so hopefully they have brought her and the other children to safety. She cannot risk searching for her child now; she cannot risk infecting her.
Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she meets the mysterious stallion’s gaze. “I have been unable to heal myself from this illness. How are we supposed to heal naturally, when not even innate abilities can do it?”
Her eyes drift to the snow-white stallion as he begins to speak. He is well-spoken, of that there is no doubt, but like Leliana there is something about him that she can’t quite place a finger on. He explains that he, too, is also a healer and she smiles cautiously, knowing that simple healing won’t expel the plague from their bodies. She has already tried that and failed miserably; what could he possibly do that she can’t? Perhaps he has been gifted much longer than she.
The bay-and-red mare—Leliana, Cress finally learns—explains that they were in Pangea when everything occurred, and Cress’s chocolate eyes fall to the sand beneath their hooves. “Carnage... he sent out an impulse,” she murmurs, still aghast that they were unable to help poor Rhonen. “Kill this stallion, or destruction will reign upon Beqanna. Kill him, or be destroyed. We couldn’t let that happen.”
Tears fill her eyes and she blinks hard, unable to meet either of their gazes. “We couldn’t save him.”
She falls silent, wanting a shoulder to lean upon but there is no one here to hold her up—Leliana is so weak herself and they have only just met this new stallion. Dawn... hopefully is safe. She had entrusted the care of her to the queens of Hyaline, so hopefully they have brought her and the other children to safety. She cannot risk searching for her child now; she cannot risk infecting her.
Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she meets the mysterious stallion’s gaze. “I have been unable to heal myself from this illness. How are we supposed to heal naturally, when not even innate abilities can do it?”
infected.