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Date Posted: 20:00:32 07/07/02 Sun
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In reply to:
Sabi
's message, "...slight comfort.." on 19:27:52 07/07/02 Sun
The crimson colored stallion steps in, stride so light it went unheard, or simply unnoticed due to the commotion.
He steps up beside Rejoice, muzzle soft on her shoulder, providing what relief he could.
He speaks softly, in a whisper so as not to disturb anyone else.
"Rejoice...she'll be ok, I'd swear by it. Istari can heal flesh wounds, although her will to bear it is what worries me most...keep talking, remind her what she has to keep her here...if it is needed, I know of some one who may help."
His mouth forms the silent words that he almost didn't dare speak. The DreamSpeaker
Did he have a chance of reaching her? She had helped so, so many before, her strange sort of magic inherited from her mother, the wind whisperer, able to save lives. But she had become elusive, wise beyond her years but o so hard to reach. Still, he remembered her vaguely, and moreso her mother...she could help, he was sure of that. He only prayed she would.
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