.
"Oh my Goodness, oh my Goodness!"
Lillia's cries of alarm reach no one as she watches the filly catapult like an asteroid from space into the earth's surface. From her vantage point not far off in the summer sky, the little angel hovers and adjusts her position, wishing to either speed up time or slow it down but knowing neither will change the outcome in the least, craning her neck to see if the girl yet lives -- and yes! Just there she rises, an ache clear in one forelimb by the way she limps off after long minutes of collecting herself, though her glowing wing seems by all accounts all right. Still, the heart in her breast compels Lillia to investigate further.
Swooping down, Lillia whinnies so as not to cause the girl fright and further injury before landing alongside her with a flutter of her downy wings. Halo beaming and aura radiating, Lillia blinks her blue eyes twice at she before whom she stands (halting her in her path, one might notice) and inhales.
The soft ring of her voice follows.
"Hello, I am the angel Lillia," she begins, her voice neither invested nor withdrawn, friendly nor unfriendly. Rather, she sounds with a pleasant blankness, like one awakened but yesterday into a preconceived form which, though she took a liking to, she has not quite yet figured out the dynamics of (and indeed, such a likeness more resembles reality than not). Still, her good intentions cannot be misinterpreted for, as she gazes into the goat-filly's eyes, she exudes an almost undetectable but certainly impressionable essence of hope.
"You hurt yourself back there. May I heal you?"
Lillia's cries of alarm reach no one as she watches the filly catapult like an asteroid from space into the earth's surface. From her vantage point not far off in the summer sky, the little angel hovers and adjusts her position, wishing to either speed up time or slow it down but knowing neither will change the outcome in the least, craning her neck to see if the girl yet lives -- and yes! Just there she rises, an ache clear in one forelimb by the way she limps off after long minutes of collecting herself, though her glowing wing seems by all accounts all right. Still, the heart in her breast compels Lillia to investigate further.
Swooping down, Lillia whinnies so as not to cause the girl fright and further injury before landing alongside her with a flutter of her downy wings. Halo beaming and aura radiating, Lillia blinks her blue eyes twice at she before whom she stands (halting her in her path, one might notice) and inhales.
The soft ring of her voice follows.
"Hello, I am the angel Lillia," she begins, her voice neither invested nor withdrawn, friendly nor unfriendly. Rather, she sounds with a pleasant blankness, like one awakened but yesterday into a preconceived form which, though she took a liking to, she has not quite yet figured out the dynamics of (and indeed, such a likeness more resembles reality than not). Still, her good intentions cannot be misinterpreted for, as she gazes into the goat-filly's eyes, she exudes an almost undetectable but certainly impressionable essence of hope.
"You hurt yourself back there. May I heal you?"
Lillia
@[Memorie]
Eee this gave me so much happy muse!! Thank you x 1,000,000!~