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Date Posted: 21:56:43 07/24/03 Thu
Author: Ellie
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In reply to: . d0g . . s0ldiers . 's message, ". AgOnY ." on 02:36:17 07/24/03 Thu

Ending ya fonts.

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[> Arrival -- Daughter of Light, 22:06:57 07/24/03 Thu [1]

"Do with him what you will," she informs Ellie brusquely, trotting past the mare and Dog Soldiers callously. She had far too much to handle right now without the addition of one who wished her to betray her love. Dismissing him from her mind, and vowing to thank her back-up later, she gently approaches the filly in such pain. "Don't worry, we'll have you fixed up in no time," she says kindly, not talking down to one younger or of a differant alliance than her. Pain did not discrimate, and she cared for any who fell under its tyranny. She reaches out a comforting muzzle, resting it on the shoulder of the injured leg. Her magic, which had for so long remained dormant, woke at the need of the young one and flowed sleepily into the leg, like a cat stretching after a particularly good nap. Assured that the blunt of the pain had been eased, she inspects the wound carefully. Painful indeed, but not a difficult healing. Closing her eyes to rely on her sense of magic rather than her vision, she knits the injury together with the skill of one who has practiced her trade for many years. Touching the filly's shoulder again to provide an extra wall of relief against the pain, she returns to the worst part of the healing, for the one healed, at least. Steeling herself, she fires her power through the leg, burning out infection so natural healing can keep it healthy. She opens her eyes, quietly observing her patient and hoping she had not been too harsh after several months without healing. "Are you feeling better?" she inquires hopefully.

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