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She didn’t know the person who had come to tell her she was needed; she supposes it was probably someone simply seeking refuge, perhaps one of the newest Loessians. Noah wanted to ask, but she’d been even more worried about the one who needed healing; the girl had said he’d looked ‘really pretty bad’ and after getting directions Noah had hurried away, simply making a mental note to seek out the stranger later. Winter has made most of her beloved flowers dormant, and she sends a regretful mental apology for not stopping to revive the plants she damages in her rush, but it had seemed urgent.
Noah sees the mare first – she’s standing tall over something in the grass and doesn’t look the least bit sick. She hesitates, momentarily suspicious, her dark wings flaring out as she is already half-primed to flee. The little pegasus still has nightmares about her father’s murder, and she sees shadows in the grass at every turn. There is supposed to be someone sick here, no healthy! Before she can actually take flight to flee, her green eyes drift down to the figure in the grass and when it resolves as a stallion lying nearly motionless on the ground, she supposes he’s the one who is ill. Taking a deep breath, and then another, Noah creeps forward.
“Hello,” she nearly whispers, trying to push past the last strangling remnants of fear. “I’m Noah,” briefly she stares at the mare but then she lowers herself to the ground beside him, and lets herself fade into the nearly trance-like state she has found allows her to access the strange power inside her the best. She hums a little to herself and to him, and it’s an old song her father used to sing. Rhonen had always said he’d learned it from his mother, and it was the song of their family home, the Dazzling Waterfalls. She’d never gotten to see the place of all the stories, but she’d learned the song by heart.
When she’s done all she can, the little roan is exhausted, and she can’t even begin to think about rising. She can barely raise her head to glance at the mare, trying to summon the energy for a smile. “I’ve done what I can. It was really advanced, in him. We’ll have…we’ll have to see,”. She feels like crying at the thought of being unsuccessful, in this case, because he doesn’t feel like he had much time left.
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