05-13-2016, 03:44 PM
oh, where do we begin? the rubble or our sins?
On a scale of 1 to 10, Yael is about a 4 on the ‘looks like a magical freak of nature, thanks to B’kanna’s magic.’ Sure, she’s all sorts of unnaturally shiney, and has a pair of fluffy, gilded wings, but she also isn’t part moth or snake, she doesn’t have three horns sprouting down her face, and she doesn’t have scales or leopard spots. In the grand scheme of things, Yael is quite tame. At least on the surface.
She continues to smile patiently, while the situation is explained to Iona. Let Volcan do the explaining, since she seemed to have charge of the situation. Yael is only here to offer relief, if it is wanted. She can, however, show Iona just exactly what Volcan is talking about - sometimes a little demonstration is helpful. She chuckles and presses a single hoof deeper into the sand, and then pulls it away. As she does, a beautiful white and violet Cada Lily sprouts from the sand - and impossible thing, even by the oasis. “T’ey are very real, ahnd free to any xoo might need eet. Ze Desert is a refuge. Ve never turn t’ose avay xoo need xelp.”
Iona gives her assent, and Yael circles the oasis to come to their side. She could do it from afar, but it just… doesn’t seem right to do something so invasive from over there. Not when the patient is a slightly skittish stranger. The golden mare extends her nose to the bite marks on Iona’s neck and touches them ever so gently. She might feel warmth flooding through her, but it shouldn’t be more than the type of warmth that eases aches and pains. Inflammation is quelled and split flesh knit back together. She may have scars, but as far as Yael is concerned, it is the mark of a life well lived. After a couple of moments, Yael pulls away and examines her handiwork. “Xow does t’at feel, dear? Any better?”
She continues to smile patiently, while the situation is explained to Iona. Let Volcan do the explaining, since she seemed to have charge of the situation. Yael is only here to offer relief, if it is wanted. She can, however, show Iona just exactly what Volcan is talking about - sometimes a little demonstration is helpful. She chuckles and presses a single hoof deeper into the sand, and then pulls it away. As she does, a beautiful white and violet Cada Lily sprouts from the sand - and impossible thing, even by the oasis. “T’ey are very real, ahnd free to any xoo might need eet. Ze Desert is a refuge. Ve never turn t’ose avay xoo need xelp.”
Iona gives her assent, and Yael circles the oasis to come to their side. She could do it from afar, but it just… doesn’t seem right to do something so invasive from over there. Not when the patient is a slightly skittish stranger. The golden mare extends her nose to the bite marks on Iona’s neck and touches them ever so gently. She might feel warmth flooding through her, but it shouldn’t be more than the type of warmth that eases aches and pains. Inflammation is quelled and split flesh knit back together. She may have scars, but as far as Yael is concerned, it is the mark of a life well lived. After a couple of moments, Yael pulls away and examines her handiwork. “Xow does t’at feel, dear? Any better?”
YAEL
mother, queen, magician
sorry this took foreverrrrr to get up D: