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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 12, 2018 22:33:45 GMT -6
Minerva || Cleric || Post Four
As the philosopher popped out into the gloomy light of day, Minerva couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief. The tense moments leading to the mare’s rescue were frought with tension, and she was incredibly pleased that their team efforts had managed to free her. A prideful rush ran through her as the star studded female revealed a light blue fin running down her spine. Not only had the Cleric managed to aid in the rescue of one of her herd’s own, but it was even more pleasing to realize that the rescued mare was one of Cascade’s own blessed species. As much as she would have liked to continue gloating about their luck and skill for rescuing the mare, but there was business to attend to. Her green eyes flicked over Ysolda’s form, checking for any serious injuries. Nothing stuck out to her, but she decided to stay close, just in case the mare was more hurt than she looked.
Her ears twitched as the group began making their way towards the feeble cries of another injured horse. Minerva wondered what state the new horse would be in. Hopefully, she would be just as well off as Ysolda, but with the amount of rubble and destruction surrounding them, she had little hope.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 13, 2018 19:32:26 GMT -6
 YsoldaAn equine lingered close to her and Ysolda eyed her with mild curiousity, though as ALi asked if they were alright, Ysolda took a minute to gander at herself. "Im alright, I should be quite fine, well better then what I was." she chuckled a bit. She wondered how she managed to be so lucky, but the stars were aligned ever so right for her. Perhaps it was destiny, though sadly the books she wanted did not share in her fate. "Such a shame to loose so much." she said softly looking to the building.
"But of yes you are quite right, lets go see if the other one is someone we can help." she remarked as she stood up she winced. Popping was heard from her joints and she sighed a bit. "Getting to old for this." she laughed, though seemed a bit wobbly on her hooves as she followed after the others. Perhaps this was Cascade's plan. Unite them though terrible circumstances. Wasn't that how it all went? Ysolda shook her head , her dark hair a mess, as she tried her best to use her teke to put it in some order.
"Oh of stars and moons." she nearly cursed as she hobbled forward, favoring her right hind leg a bit. Eyes looked back to Ali and smiled a bit sheepishly. "Having a bit trouble getting my sealegs ago. Mind if I could walk next to you for a minute?" she asked. Ysolda was not used to asking of such things, and found herself blushing feverishly. What a silly notion she thought with wonder.
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Post by daKisha on Jan 13, 2018 22:09:46 GMT -6
Ali
Talori - Agriculturalist
The starry hippocampi was able to get up, and walk, if somewhat unsteady on her hooves. She was favoring one of her hind legs, and her cheeks turned red with embarrassment as the older mare shyly accepted Ali’s assistance. She leaned her body against Ali’s larger frame, the heat radiating off her body was a welcomed balm in all this cool rain.
“No problem. I can walk with you for waaaaay more than a minute. And why don’t you leave the rescue to the others. You just went through a pretty big ordeal yourself. Let’s get you checked over by our cleric and hydrated first. From my experience, hippocampus get dehydrated a lot more easily than other horses.”
As soon as they were all out from under the house, Dawson released his plant manipulation. The house came down in a grating crash, and a big whoosh of air slapped against Ali’s rump, startling her slightly, and jolting the mare beside her.
“Opps, sorry about that. I’m Ali by the way, short for Alexandra,” Ali introduced herself in her usual enthusiastic and animated way, smiling so that her eyes squinted, her ponytailed dreadlocks bobbing about. “Boy am I glad to see you! I was the first one to find you --- errrr, that is, hear you, I guess. Anyway, I’ve been living with most of this bunch in the forest for the past months. It’s not as bad as it sounds. Besides the raptors. And the bugs. So many bugs. Before that, when things were kinda more normal, I was a florist with my aunt here in the capital. Do you like flowers? I can see you like stars. I think you would really like some blue waterfalls. They’re small blue and purple star shaped flowers that grow on long, trailing stems – just like a waterfall! They’re really nice for window boxes and hanging baskets, but they’re not in bloom right now. You know what, if things are settled down by the time they bloom in the late spring, I’ll bring you a little starter pot of them. They’re real simple to take care of.”Word Count: 354
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Post by astrumnauta on Jan 15, 2018 18:19:57 GMT -6
Cygnet blew a relieved breath from her lungs which had been caught as they pulled the mare from the hole. The relief was short lived when yet another equine was stuck and Cygnet had to resist the urge to groan, Cascade felt very much against them today as she hopped over the mud to where the other mare was stuck.
Cygnet looked back to the hippocampus mare who was being held up by Ali, she smiled and then went back to focusing on the other mare, she dropped to her knees and had a look at the situation "Lets move fast again then chaps, We should have you out in two shakes of a foals tail if you bare with us how about if you can you tell us your name?"
She employed the same tactic as she had with the other mare and hummed softly as she looked at the situation and how they could free the horse, she looked around her at the other horses, "Dig and move as much debris as possible, this one seems a little weaker and could have been trapped for longer, and we have no idea of the damage caused"
She flicked an ear and stood back before moving forwards and slowly pulling away debris.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 15, 2018 21:25:21 GMT -6
Minerva || Cleric || Post Five
As Ali took the freed philosopher under her care, Minerva was satisfied with the mare's health status enough to focus all of her attention on the newly discovered equine. With her hooves squelching in the mud, the bay brindled mare trotted to the aid of her fellow herdmates, sliding to a stop, and wrinkling her nose at the thought of all the muck that splashed up onto her legs and chest. Her thick, black mane and tail were saturated with mud, and had a number of twigs and leaves sticking out of them, which the mare found unpleasant to say the least. Considering that there was another hippocampus not three feet away from her, she was extra concentrated on her appearance. After all, the children of Cascade were her living representation. How must these rescued equines feel, knowing the Cleric who greeted them was such a mess?
Minerva's thoughts were snapped away from her image, as she eyed the mass of rubble before her. Covered in mud or not, she was in severely better shape than whoever was underneath that mess. Cygnet's words made their way into her brain, urging the mare to render aid to whosoever was trapped in the building. With a grunt, the brindled mare threw herself into the task, throwing up clods of mud with her front hooves, and using her bright green teke to move rocks, as well as whatever other debris landed in her path.
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Post by houndflash on Jan 15, 2018 22:51:44 GMT -6
Krein-Talori-Outcast
Krein started digging a small hole in the rubble, trying to find a quick way to the horse trapped under the wreckage, as the others started coming by to help. He hadn’t heard the trapped horse respond to any of their cries, so the Kirin sent a quick prayer to Ignacio, and a small one to Casade (since this was one of Her horses and all), and continued digging farther. The Kirin even went as far as to attempt to freeze the mud around the supports to strengthen them, for all his accursed snowflakes could do.
Krein gave a slight pause as he eventually hit air, and glanced in to see a horse-like shape in the darkness, trapped in the chaos above them. “You there! Can you move at all?” He called out, a plan formulated in his mind that part of him quickly banished then resurfaced. As much as he didn’t want any of these lower equines touching him, this was a matter of life or death. “If I try to reach my hoof in there, could you grab onto it so we could pull you out?”
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Post by TinyMinou on Jan 20, 2018 13:14:37 GMT -6
Meredith
Talori - Agriculturalist
Meredith sighed with relief when the old mare was saved. She walked towards her and smiled, she seemed quite alright even though Cascade knows how long she was stuck under the rumble of her house. She sighed as she saw the rest gallop off to another stuck equine. Her legs were hurt and tired of the digging, so it would be best to rest a bit and help Ysolda and Ali. She's sure the rest can handle it. She layed down, the mud didn't bother her cause it felt like her front legs were on fire. Her eyes looked up tiredly to Ali as her friend chattered like she always did. She smiled softly, she misses the time that she and her both laughed and chattered for hours and hours. "Ali, give her some rest. Your chatter is going to give her a headache!" She laughed as she turned her head towards Ysolda "If your dehydrated, i could create some dew." she said as she tried to hide her proudness of her blessing, it was small but it was a blessing from Cascade. She hoped the sea mother would be kind and not let her children die.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 20, 2018 18:38:38 GMT -6
Ysolda To say she was stunned by the other would, be far from the truth, she practically marveled at her! Well look at her! she mused to herself, she could be a good cleric, or at least good for assisting in tragedy such as this. Ysolda did have to wonder, if she wasn't a healer herself, what did she do. "You are too kind, I feel blessed by the waters already!" she remarked with a grand smile, her ears forward and alert with delight.
Ysolda gobbled up each word Ali has spilled from her lips. Her mind collecting and filing it away from times perhaps this information will be useful again to her. For a Philosopher, she was always learning new things. Though she perked up at the mention of being a Florist. So that was odd, she thought a bit to herself. As for the wilds, she knew what was left in the wake there, she knew quite a bit about mostly everything in Talori, but she focused on the stars of course. Her drive and passion.
"Im grateful for you all of course." She almost wanted to introduce herself, but she had done that before. "A florist you say? Well if things go back to normal for any of us, Id be honored to pick up some flowers for you place." she chuckled. Though someone else called out and chuckled all the more. "You know Im a bit of a chatty thing myself, we'd make quite the pair huh." She winked teasingly at Ali, but it was true, Ysolda did have a running mouth all the time.
"As for some dew, I would love a little bit to wet my tongue honestly. Thank you so much" she felt a bit foolish, but she did crave fresh water on her tongue, not the sopping mess she had. Glancing at herself, she got a good look at herself. What a muddy mess she was, heavens. Ysolda moved closer to the others working on bringing out another horse and she wondered who was else caught in the aftermath of the colliding stars.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 20, 2018 23:12:21 GMT -6
Serene
Talorian Brewer (NPC)I'm slipping into the deep end
Feel the current within
I can't help, I give in
“You there! Can you move at all? If I try to reach my hoof in there, could you grab onto it so we could pull you out?”
The stranger's voice called out to her, but Serene couldn't answer. She tried to muster up the strength to make any kind of sound or movement, but her body continually seemed to fail her. The best she was able to manage was the small twitch of her wing, which she assumed was mostly outside of the rubble due to the raindrops that seemed to be falling on it. 'Please....' She thought, feeling her breaths become more shallow with each passing moment. 'Hurry.... I don't have much time left....' The world seemed to fade in and out as she teetered on the edge of consciousness, only managing to stay alert through sheer force of her will alone. She'd be the first to admit she'd had a good life thus far, but she certainly wasn't ready to leave it...at least not today, and definitely not like this...
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As you start pulling away rubble, you begin to recognize the pegasus as one of inaria's most prominent brewers...
and one of the talori pegasi who joined the flight. If you've lived in Inaria ever, you probably knew her, even if it wasn't well.
You may even remember Serene having more outspoken and fringe views concerning the sacrifices and pegasi even before the Flight made themselves known.
Since the attack, you would know her as one of the Flight's more outspoken members, and you have likely heard rumors that she supported the equine who murdered the emperor's young daughter. |
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jan 21, 2018 0:18:13 GMT -6
Dawson | Agriculturist
Krein immediately moved in to start helping clear some of the rubble away, and was shortly followed by two other members of their little rescue group. Dawson let out a little sigh of relief as the four of them worked on clearing the debris. The teen began to clear the rubble from the pegasi's wing, watching as more and more of their body was slowly uncovered. They were making progress, but it wasn't enough. The mare had stopped replying, and if Dawson's fears were correct, the trapped Pegasus didn't have long if they didn't reach her soon.
"I don't think she has long left. We need to get her out now. Minerva, be ready to help stabilize her please." Throwing his back into it, Dawson hastened his digging. Parts of the mud had become frosted and frozen over, and he spared half a second to glance over at his kirin companion, who was working diligently to save the mare. Their combined work was slowly paying off, a little too slowly for his liking but they were all working as hard as they could, and soon enough they had cleared the rubble from the bulk of the pegasi's body. Though a lot of her body was covered with mud, and if Dawson cared to look close enough, there was likely blood as well, her features became apparent to the teen.
It was Serene.
Memories of his younger years flitted in front of his eyes, memories of his father taking him to work, of meeting this mare several times over as his father would meet with the Pegasus for various reasons. Serene had been kindly to him, and before Dawson had taken an interest in becoming an Agriculturist, his father had sent him to Serene to learn the ways of becoming a brewer. Dawson had quite liked her, but brewing just wasn't in his future. During the most recent years, he had heard she had taken to siding with the Freedom's Flight, and even more recently rumors of her agreeing with the murder of the Emperor's daughter.
All of the information that he began to think about swirled around in a very confusing jumble. However, it wasn't his place to judge her. The scenes that Cascade had shown him three months prior had fractured his understanding of his herd. While he had never really believed pegasi to be cursed, the images they had seen painted their past in a very different life, and honestly, it seemed like that's what the Freedom's Flight had wanted; equality. Now wasn't the time to have a mental breakdown though. Her life was on the line, and it looked like they had little time left. Whether he believed she was a good person or a bad person, or just complex wasn't important right now.
What was important was stabilizing Serene.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 21, 2018 19:10:35 GMT -6
Minerva | Cleric | Post Six
As the form of a mare emerged from the darkness, Minerva's green eyes widened in shock. She recognized the winged form, even though she'd never been close to the Brewer, and it made the brindle's heart jump to see her being pulled from the wreckage. It took all her strength not to let her upper lip curl into a rude gesture, but years of training to be a lady, and a driving force not to let her hatred be seen, and her unclerical thoughts discovered, forced her to keep her expression calm. How the hell could this degenerate expect for the Talorians to save her life? She was a supporter of the murder of Princess Bethel, and as such, they should leave her to her fate. She was certain that as soon as the other Talori loyalists recognized the Brewer, they would announce their opinion as well, in agreement with the brindled Cleric's thoughts. But no, even once they recognized who it was, the group continued making efforts to pull her out, much to Minerva's dismay.
Minerva had a decision to make. Should she refuse to help stabilize the mare, it would out her as an enemy of the Cleric's oath to do no harm. An oath she'd already broken. Her brother's face flashed before her eyes, his expression fearful as he struggled to breathe while being pushed below the waves by a wash of bright green Teke. Minerva's Teke. She had sacrificed him to the Goddess, knowing that he would be born again without the curse of wings that set upon his shoulders like a brand. The withered face of an old mare was next, her breathing harsh as she battled the deep claw marks from some beast in the Wilds, which flayed her flesh wide open. Her wings fanned out on the floor, twitching weakly. She struggled to eat the handful of glossy, dark green leaves that her Cleric fed her, shuddering at their taste. Green eyes watched intently as the stiffness overtook the mare, starting at her hooves and working up until it stilled everything, including her lungs and her heart. The official cause of death had been that she succumbed to her wounds.
Of course, Minerva could not refuse to render aid outright. Should she do so, she would most likely be stripped from her rank, and be left unable to serve in the glory of her Goddess by protecting her chosen children. Prison wasn't out of the realm of possibility either. But...could she really endanger her own people by saving the life of one who would see her princess killed, her kind imprisoned, and her herd destroyed? No. No, she could not.
"I...I don't have the herbs I need," the Cleric stammered, looking about her as if they would appear from thin air. "I have to go get them," she said, her tone conveying a sense of genuine concern that she failed to feel. Before she could be stopped, the Cleric turned on her heel, and began racing away from the pegasus. If she could just stall long enough...the mare's fate would take care of itself, and none would be the wiser when she reappeared with the herbs that would have saved her.
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Post by houndflash on Jan 21, 2018 21:22:17 GMT -6
Krein-Talori-Outcast
Krein assisted Dawson in pulling out the pegasus mare from her entrapment, slowly but surely pulling the heaver pieces of rubble bit by bit. Together. A concept that Krein thought he would never be able to thoroughly express again, but the dire-ness of the situation called upon putting aside such notions of purity and superiority to save the innocent lives from such a fate. Krein never wanted to see any of these lesser horses in any sort of physical pain, especially not due to actions that they themselves had no part in. After all, many of the horses that had been trapped were only observers in a game that Krein didn't understand. Then again, Krein really made no effort in understanding the current workings of the Talori. All he knew, and cared to know, was that the homes of the Talori had been invaded by a group of terrorists, and this was the effort to take their homes back. Conversations of death among the high family of Talori, a princess of some sort, held no importance to the kirin, who now found a passion in the few scrolls of the land and creatures surrounding the Temple, and who also did not assume that the ruling class here was his own leader. To be completely honest with himself, Krein was half expecting for whomever took over Talori to immediately exile him or imprison him or something of the sort, considering the reception that he first received after.... returning?
All these thoughts were basically filling the void of Krein's mind as he stared down at the very close to death pegasus. Both Dawson and the Cleric had paused as they revealed the pegasus' full form from the rubble, leading Krein to assume that this was probably someone notable, though good or ill he could not gather from their expressions. Nor did Krein really care. He started wiping the larger chunks of mud off of them as the Cleric informed them that she had to go get more herbs required to save their life.
"Then hurry, you have something as sacred as an equine's life in your hooves." He muttered as she started walking away. "Don't worry, they'll be back soon with what they need to aid you. Stay with us and awake. Can you twitch your wing or tail to show you can hear me?"
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 22, 2018 15:13:01 GMT -6
Serene
Talorian Brewer (NPC)I'm slipping into the deep end
Feel the current within
I can't help, I give in
Relief washed over the tiny mare as large chunks of the rubble previously pinning her down were removed. Without the massive stones and logs to hold her fast, her blessing was actually able to do as intended, albeit, rather slowly due to being overtaxed. Either way, feeling he body actively knit itself together once more instead of continually getting caught up on the things preventing her from healing in the first place was a great comfort. With her strength slowly returning, she found herself able to open her eyes and actively focus on what was going on around her. Faces, strange and familiar surrounded her, actively working to rescue her and not a single one a part of the Flight. Hope was renewed in that moment for the little mare. This was the beginning of the change she and the others had been fighting for. Maybe, just maybe, all the blood that had been shed thus far wasn't in vain. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at her rescuers. Though conflict was evident on many of their faces, still, they persisted, never faltering in their task to save her. Serene would remember that. "Thank you.." She managed to whisper before exhaustion finally overtook her.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 22, 2018 19:19:52 GMT -6
Ysolda Ysolda was near the other being rescued and as they pulled them out, Ysolda did not flinch at the sight, but merely marveled as if she found something brand new. So that was who was beneath the rubble, she wondered. The one who sided with the Flock and the death of a child. How very interesting. Ysolda would not forget this encounter.
She thought about what she could do, she could inform everyone to leave this one to rot, but that would be a dull affair honestly, or remain silent. She choose to remain silent, for their was too many variables in this. She did not know others loyalties, she did not know how others thought. Yet as they saved this horse regardless she peered over. "Are they going to be alright?" she asked curiously.
She was of course curious but it was for own amusement honestly. Something she can recall and bring up at random gatherings. It was a good piece of gossip honestly. Ysolda would relish knowing she had a juicy little tidbit, though it would be saved to bring up during dull time. The wow card to awe and captivate her audience. Oh yes, Ysolda took in the sight and watched as someone ran off. Oh this was getting better and better.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jan 22, 2018 22:52:18 GMT -6
Dawson | Agriculturist
It took Dawson until he was already seeing the fleeing form of Minerva to really comprehend what had just happened. No sooner than Serene had been freed from the rubble and had her identity discovered, Minerva seemed to realize that she didn't have the right supplies. The thought left Dawson blinking dumbly after the cleric. They had been out here with the exact premise to search and rescue, and they had known there were going to be survivors that were morbidly wounded.
So how had Minerva not had the correct supplies?
There was no worrying about that now. Dawson didn't care if it was the Flight's leader himself who they had unearthed. The teen wasn't about to allow someone to die simply because they didn't uphold the same beliefs. So, if Minerva didn't have the supplies at the ready, he'd just have to transport Serene to where the supplies were. As Krein spoke to Serene, Dawson looked around for anything that could help him. There were broken beams everywhere, and he found a few that were all long enough to hold serene.
Closing his eyes, he focused on his blessing, willing vines to start weaving through the beams to hold them together. Once he had made the makeshift gurney, he pushed it towards Serene, wedging the end under her side.
"Krein, help me put her on this okay? We're gonna take her to Minerva." As the pair maneuvered the mare onto the beams, Dawson grabbed the long loop he had left on one end, and placed it over his neck. This would be no different than pulling a plow.
"You guys keep looking, I'll be back to help once I make sure Serene is taken care of." Exhausted, mentally and physically, Dawson began his trek to take the injured Pegasus to Minerva.
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Post by houndflash on Jan 22, 2018 23:07:45 GMT -6
Krein-Talori-Outcast
Krein gave a sigh of relief as the pegasus actually responded to his words, and as he saw some of the wounds starting to close once the mud was removed and they were washed by the rain. Perhaps another blessing of the water goddess demon called Cascade? So caught up in his own thoughts, Krein almost missed Dawson's actions with his blessing. As the fishhorse's hoof showed up in his line of sight, the kirin pulled his attention back to the task at hoof.
"Krein, help me put her on this okay? We're gonna take her to Minerva."
Krein blinked in confusion for a moment before assisting the injured equine onto the makeshift gurney. "Good plan. The cleric won't have to move as far once she regathers her supplies." The kirin said as he pulled the vine along side Dawson. "Must've utilized more herbs than she planned." He muttered, as he pulled along side him. Though as they pulled along, the words and thoughts didn't entirely line up with what seemed to be the reality of the situation. After all, they had reassured themselves that they had brought plenty of supplies for the injured... And why wasn't it mentioned earlier that they were running low on supplies?
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jan 22, 2018 23:33:49 GMT -6
Minerva | Cleric | Post Seven
The rain masked the approaching group's hoofsteps. Minerva didn't see them until they had already seen her. And she was most definitely not gathering plants. No, the brindled mare was hiding under an overhanging pile of rubble and tree roots, attempting to groom out the twigs and muck from her mane. She assumed that it would be an innocent enough pastime, and would distract her racing mind long enough for the tiny zebra mare to expire of her own means. Of course, she was unaware of the other mare's healing abilities, nor was Minerva expecting the kirin and hippocampus to appear through the rain, dragging Serene alongside them. As she caught sight of the group, Minerva's head flew up, and her green eyes widened as she realized that she had nowhere to hide from them. In a half-assed attempt to save herself from contempt, she ducked her head, snuffling at the ground as though looking for plant life. Maybe, just maybe, with the rain, and the darkness of her cave-like shelter, it would be enough to keep the other horses from realizing that she'd been slacking in her duties.
Calling on every memory of a concerned equine she had - which, thanks to her searing, eidetic memory, meant every memory she had ever had, Minerva affixed her face to a look of grim determination. "Thank goodness you're here," the mare stated, trotting out of the shelter. Her heart was pounding ferociously in her chest, but she prayed that her face looked just the way it should. "I've had no luck finding anything," the mare stated, sounding desperate. Oh please, Cascade - Mother of Waves - save her from punishment. They would believe her. They had to. Otherwise, it was all over.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jan 23, 2018 0:11:40 GMT -6
Dawson | Agriculturist
The trio made their way towards where Minerva had disappeared. It was slow going, for Dawson kept having to alter his path so the boards didn't hit rubble and tip Serene. Though it seemed like Serene's body was healing, albeit slowly, Dawson wasn't going to leave it up to chance. With Krein by his side, the pair eventually found where Minerva had disappeared to. Dawson slowed to a stop, confused. He certainly hadn't been expecting to find the cleric so soon, he'd rather expected a longer trip, near a building where healing supplies could be found.
Instead, he spied the brindle coated mare under and overhang of rubble and roots. Minerva ducked her head, Dawson could see that much, but anyone who knew anything about plants and herbs, or even had any common sense would know that there would be nothing to find in the uprooted mud that had clearly once been under whatever the rubble had been. This didn't add up. The vines slipped from him as he backed up enough to let them fall, and met the cleric half way as she made her way out from under the overhang. The teens ears pinned back as she spoke, and for all the world sounded distraught to not have found anything.
"No, I would assume not... Nothing even remotely useful would be found in such freshly uncovered mud, save for perhaps a few mushrooms..." Dawson looked around, and there were no trampled hoofprints around, no patches of any- useful or not- plants or herbs, nothing that would help Dawson understand why Minerva had been hiding under the overhang...
Hiding... That's when it clicked.
"Tell me, how long were you planning on 'searching' before coming back empty hooved? Were you hoping it would be long enough for Serene to succumb to her wounds? Did you forget that I am an agriculturist, and happen to know there is absolutely nothing useful anywhere around here?" The teen stamped his hoof angrily as his voice rose, his fins flared wide as his temper rose.
The roots that had been Minerva's shelter would be her downfall. Responding to his emotions, the roots of the upturned tree seemed to come to life, and rapidly lengthened, the ends wrapping and winding around the clerics legs as Dawson shouted at her.
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Post by GingerBlues on Jan 23, 2018 16:34:15 GMT -6
Your plot is complete! Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal!20 AP and 20 CS to: Dawson, Ali, Krein, Chris, Minerva, Meredith, Cygnet, Ysolda, Serene
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