His heart sank deeper as each flower began to fade. His soft features were sunken with sadness as he nuzzled a dying flower. His grey gaze looked up at the sound of the star-covered mare, noticing the new comer for the first time. He offered his genuine, friendly smile to the other. A nod of acknowledgement and greeting. But no words. Like the other he could not speak. His voice stolen by the rift. But his body language and gestures showed that he welcomed the other and his help. Before his gaze returned to the flowers.
Were they sick? He searched for a possibly answer as to why they were being snuffed out. Magic fell over him in the form of a thunderclap as Waker called forth his power. Could his own magic help? It seemed Waker thought that healing the flowers might bring forth some form of result. Having his own Roscorro called upon the warmth that resided within his blood. He directed it towards the darkest portion of the flowers, seeking to heal what was lost.
He walked among them, searching the area that held the darkest and most dead flowers. Surely there was a source of this problem. Like a river that had a point of beginning this too had to have started some where. So he searched for any signs of where the problem may be stemming from.
"Talk."
I may not be the most important person in your life.
I just hope when you hear my name,
You smile and say "That's my friend!"
Solanis
