02-26-2018, 06:28 PM
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S he pieces it together as Aurora speaks. The weight of sorrow in her friend’s voice tore at Wound’s heart. She had only met Rou once — in fact, she had been caught in the thick of their reunion and the overwhelming amount of love she had witnessed could have brought her to tears — but he had seemed to be a noble man who loved his family dearly. Wound hadn’t known the relationship the stallion had with Warrick, but she can see by the way he is sunken against the earth that there was something deep there.Wound huffs a breath against Aurora’s nose as she departs. “You are always welcome here,” she whispers. As the mare turns to leave, Wound moves toward Warrick. She can see the grief in his face, deep lines under his eyes and along the curve of his mouth. She takes his weight easily, as he leans against her, and closes her eyes when his nose finds her cheek. “Hush now, you don’t need to speak of it today.” Her voice is gentle and soothing, nearly the voice of a mother calming a wild child. “You can tell me when you’re ready.” Wound shifts slightly, moving to groom along the curve of his crest, and begins to carefully untangle the knots in the thick of his dark mane. She moves gently, soothing his torn heart and allowing his grief to continue as she works. |
credit to nat of adoxography.
@[Warrick] Feel free to reply or we can just end it here, it's up to you <3