so i had done wrong but you put me right
my judgement burned in the black of night
Areane had yet to learn the wide variety of magicks that existed in their world. Her familiarity with it went only as far as her family: both her brother and mother were manipulators of light, while her father had no traits to speak of. And even with her own gift - the one she uses now on the tri-colored pegasus that dangles above the jungle floor in a cluster of live, writhing vines - it was no easy thing (for her) to convince Kestrell’s captors that they even wanted to come down.
Her thoughts are so focused on that it leaves little room for anything else.
She closes her amethyst eyes, finding it easier to concentrate that way. The winged horse becomes a distant, muttering entity while she tries to imagine the souls dwelling within the creeping plants. They wanted light, some part of her sensed (or perhaps she felt their craving for it), the natural order of their world was to twine towards the sun, not to come away from it.
"Sorry!" she chimes up to him, trying to keep her focus on the constricting plants and this strange bond that suddenly seems to exist at the edge of her mind. But it is hard to keep with the jarring movement taking place above her speckled head, and the young pegasus tilts it up to see a dizzying blur of black-and-white feathers.
"You could still lose a limb," Areane warns him while eyeing the waving hoof. "If you could just -," Not flail like a drowning badger. "Trying drawing your wings up if you can. It might help settle your weight."
And then she shuts her eyes again, fighting her own inexperience, trying to summon that one good tug to bring him to the ground.
@Kestrell