AuroraElis
AuroraElis
It had been years she since had aquired the magic of healing. Given to her for her compassion and empathy, the gift was something she had yet to use. Maybe it had been the death of her dear Rou and her failure in being able to save him from whatever had been his demise. Maybe it had been her failure as a mother to their two sons that kept the magic tied within her own body. Unable to heal her own emotion strife. The ability failed to provide her that type of healing and so she had hid herself from the world in her own anguish. Self pity was her everyday existence, until the sickness of their world reached to stoke the flickering flame of her power. Awakening her to serve her true purpose.
It had been the disease that called her to him -the colt laying dead on the forest floor of the Den. She had been here many times before. Caring for the forgotten children of Beqanna until someone came for them. To offer them a better life than provided here. Perhaps this child had not been forgotten, but left due to its condition. A mother not able to properly care for such sickness, unable to bare the thought of a life lost and hopes that the faerie here would take pity on such a soul. That is what she wished to believe anyhow, no matter have far from the truth it really was.
Unraveling the fingers of her healing, she cradled the boys heart. Precious and fragile, she stroked the muscle until she could feel the faint patter of life once again. Surely it had been his gift of immortality that had awakened it, but she is left to believe it was by her own effort. As she waited for him to gather his strength, she groomed his soiled coat. Finding a brilliant bay pattern beneath the muck that covered him and locks of vibrant yellow, like that of the new leaves on the maples that began to burst to life around them.
Finally his eyes revealed equally bright eyes and muscles unused, pulled him from his lying position. Instinct told him to stand, a will to live burned brightly in the small foal. She stepped back, allowing him space. Her golden eyes watched in wonder at the boy now risen and stumbling to fall into her chest. Her dished face moves to tuck against him, ears flickering at his calling to her. A soft whicker vibrates in her larynx, her soft tongue again combing through his wetted coat. "I've got you. You are going to be alright little one," she coos to him.
She allows him a few moments to find his footings before releasing him from her hold. Stepping a pace back just incase he should fall again, she gives him space to figure out the workings of his new legs before turning to the land around them. Her mind gauges the easiest path home before looking to him again, "Ready to go home?" She questions kindly, her head lowering to his level...
Not all that glitters is gold
@[Astroh] <3