Family Duties [Open Herd Meeting]

You are late, which is unusual for you, and you don't have a particularly good excuse either. It was just something about the cold air and the cold sky and the cold ground, and the way it looked in the sparse sunlight, and how the thin air over your lightly sweating body cooled the restless energy in your veins. And that's how you find yourself having drifted further than intended. You realize it, and you wheel around, and you fly fast and hard, each breath a cold blow to your lungs.

And that's why you're a little frosty and steaming when you clatter down in the courtyard outside, sides heaving. You give yourself a thorough shake before folding your dark wings to your sides and stepping inside.

The air seems dimmer and darker, despite the light of the fires. You recognize about half of those gathered, which you figure is pretty good. It means that some strangers have heeded the call and arrived, but you're disappointed not to find the sleek dark mute one lurking in the shadows.

You wonder where he is. How he's doing.

You also wonder at the state of the mare offering her services as warrior or healer. She looks thin and unkempt, as if she has been lost for a while. You frown slightly, sidling closer to a brazier to help evaporate the sweat from your dark skin.

"I am a healer," you simply state when a suitable interval of silence presents itself.