The baritone wail of a stallion deeper in the cave made Aurelia jump slightly, the sound of silence tainted and mutilated by a loud FFUUUUCKKK. With wide eyes, the golden babe craned her head around to look deeper into the cave. Uncertainty marred her porcelain features as she took her first hesitant step in the direction of the sound, followed by another, then another. Within a moment, she was carefully headed towards the source of the curse.
As her non-ordinary eyes adjusted to the darker lighting in the cave, she saw the dark-bodied stallion laying on the ground. Even in such a vulnerable position, there was an air of power to him that demanded at least some respect. His body had been caked with blood from what could only be considered a brutal fight. The stranger was not familiar, so Aurelia was quick to assume he was a non-Helovian. There was a small, throbbing ember of disappointment within her that remained hidden from her features and maneuvers as she let go of the idea that she would find a familiar face in this dark stallion.
Halting a respectable distance away, she is silent only for a moment before words fall from her velvet lips into the crisp air around them. "Would you like me to find a healer?" She was unsure of how the Rift worked, but in Helovia there had been an abundance of healers. Every horse in the threshold craved Earth God's magical powers. It seemed to the femme that in every gathering, no matter how small, a healer was always present (both by chance and purpose). She could only assume the Rift was similar and that she would head out and in 15 minutes run across one with at least herbal knowledge.
The Heimasborg
pick a fight and then lose it
