i've never fallen from quite this high | savage pony

[basilica]

basilica

She knows nothing of Loess or the dragonfire it had succumbed to. Her dark brow furrows in confusion and she shakes her head something subtle but does not immediately answer. There is no way for her to know. And she is troubled by the sound of his cough, something that sounds like it’s been carved out of his lungs by force.

She keeps her head tipped back, her lilac eyes trained on his figure caught up there in the canopy. She can’t make out his face from this far down but she supposes it doesn’t matter.

He offers his name, apropos of nothing, but it doesn’t bother her any. She draws in a long breath and edges closer, as if might help to bring him into focus.

“Are you all right, Gale?” she asks, though it’s quite obvious that he is not. Between the cough and the way he’s tangled up in limbs and boughs. She doesn’t know why she’s stayed. It’s certainly none of her business, but her parents bred kindness into her and that’s as good a reason as any, she supposes.

“I’m afraid I can’t answer your question about Loess,” she says, “but I can try to find help to get you down if you need me to.”

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