07-17-2015, 01:46 AM
fiasko
The stranger bobs her head and, strangely, repeats Fiasko’s own words back at her. Her head cocks to the side - curious, uncomfortable. She hadn’t realized it at first, but there’s something … off, about the mare. Something not quite right. This is only compounded when she finally spots the mare’s injuries - clearly there’s much that she missed in her concern for Wichita (who is a very odd shade of yellow, she’ll have to ask about that). The mare speaks a word finally, possibly a name. “Reuen, is that your name? Are you quite alright?”Wichita jumps in then, confirming her suspicions. “Of course she can stay! We would never turn anyone away someone in need.” She eyes the mare’s wounds, but doesn’t try to step closer. The mare appears traumatized and Fiasko doesn’t want to push her. She knows all too well what abuse can do to a horse and she doesn’t want to risk scaring her away. The mare needs help. “Would you mind if we took a closer look at your injuries Reuen? Is there any place that’s really hurting?”
The child pipes up then, asking after Fiasko’s face. Fiasko is momentarily struck dumb, but she smiles patiently when Wichita apologizes for the girl. “That’s quite alright.” She reaches for the child with a gentle muzzle, stroking the little fuzz that is her forelock. “Quite a caring little one aren’t you?” Something she gets from her sweet mother. “As your mother said, it’s not the same thing. I was hurt a long time ago, by someone. I’ve healed, but too much damage was done. My face will always look like this. But Reuen’s wounds are newer, and we should take care of them. It looks like she’s been through a lot.” She wonders if Jason would be able to help - from where she stands, some of the wounds look potentially serious.
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