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 Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 10:58 pm
The storm was getting worse. Cinnamon Sugar blinked against the pounding rain, trying to see. It was as though all of dream Valley was darker then Nightmare. She knew it wasn't true, that it was just this area where the storm was, but it felt like she had been flying through it for hours. She was so turned around, that for all she knew, she might even be IN Nightmare Valley. Well, over it anyhow. She just... didn't know. She cast about for a place to land. Someplace, any place. Flying hard to fight the wind and blinding rain, she just barely saw the cliff face to keep from slamming into it. She banked hard to the right and clipped her leg against the rock. The break in concentration was enough that she lost her battle with the wind as it slammed her into the rock fully. She tumbled and landed on a narrow ledge. With a pain filled groan she pulled herself along the ledge, hoping to find a place to wait out the storm, anywhere large enough to lay down. She was in luck. Hugging the cliff face and moving carefully she found an opening. Inspecting it carefully, to ensure it wasn't a drop off, she discovered the cave. Weak with relief she pulled herself under cover. She dragged herself in some and then started a small fire. She curled around it, cradling her injured back leg as she tried to warm up...or at least... get dry.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:05 pm
Luna was flying through that same storm, though she as faring a little better than Cinnamon Sugar. Of course, that might have had something to do with the fact that she knew where she was. Sort of. Well, she knew where she was going. The pain called out to her like a becon, and where there was pain, there was someone in need of her special ability. She followed it until she landed roughly in front of the cave. Not her best landing, but then there was a storm going on. She stumbled toward the fire and resisted the urge to shake her wings dry.
"Oh," she murmured when she saw the Pixie pony. "Oh, you're hurt!" Physically. That wasn't something she could do much for. "Can I help?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:12 pm
"Can you help?" her mouth sneered before she could stop it. "Can you heal? If you can then stop acting like an idiot and do it already. If you can;t heal, well then, the answer to can you help would clearly be no, now wouldn't it? So which is it, girl? Are you stupid or useless?" Inwardly she winced. She wanted to cry. Why did her mouth do these things? She wanted to thank the other pony, odd as she looked. She wanted the other to stay. The only thing worse then being in pain was the loneliness. It didn't help that she was used to it, being alone, that was. Didn't help fill the emptiness in her heart in the least.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:30 pm
Luna blinked a bit, startled at the attack. However she heard the plea beneith it. Or rather, she felt the suffering that needed to be eased. Poor thing. She ached so much. Luna had met ponies that pushed others away when what they wanted most was companionship. That must be the case here. Well, Luna was nothing if not determined. She gave her tail a flick to rid it of drops and came further into the cave. It was a bit of a tight fit, but there was enough room for both of them to huddle together without quite touching.
"I can't heal," she confided, "but I do know some first aide. My name is Luna, what is yours?"
The question was asked as she examined the wound, trying to guage the severity.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:36 pm
The wound wasn't all that bad, as near as she can tell. It didn't look broken, the bleeding was minimal, but it was probably strained or twisted. It was slightly swollen. "Luna," she snorted. "What kind of name is Luna? Short for lunatic or were you born on the moon?" she asked with a sneer. Internally she was crying. Luna was such a pretty name, and the other pony wanted to help. Why, oh why couldn't she control that big mouth of hers?
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 11:52 pm
"Lunatic?" she repeated with a small chuckle. "No, it's not short for anything, really. I suppose my mother thought it was pretty and suited me. Thank you for asking. It looks like you'll be fine, though your leg is a bit sprained. When it lets up, I'll go look for some numbing herbs to help with the pain, and something for the swelling. May I know your name?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:31 am
"You found that funny?" she asked, as though astonished. "Are you.. touched in the head or something? A few drops short of a rain cloud? a few twigs short of a campfire?" Cinnamon wanted to scream. They weren't even using twigs for their fire! Not only was her mouth being insulting, but the insults didn't even make sense! A small tear escaped her eye.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:37 am
She brushed the tear away gently. "You don't mean the things you say, do you?" she asked, gently. "Or at the very least, don't wish to sound as though you do."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:43 am
"Hey lady, keep the analytical nonsense on the sofa, will ya?" she sneered. "Why would I say what I don't mean? Do I look like the mad hatter? Didn't think so. So stop thinking you're so smart, when you're clearly not." Noooooooo she wailed inside her head. Some one got it. Finally, after all these years, some one figured it out, and she too was going to be pushed away. It wasn't fair, blast it.. it... just... wasn't. She didn't want to be alone anymore.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:53 am
"I have a gift of seeing into hearts and bringing serentiy to people," Luna explained. "I'm also fairly good at reading people. But if you'd rather not talk about this, what would you like to talk about?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:58 am
"All gifts should come with receipts so you can return them when they're defective! If you want to read something, find a book, I never said I wanted to talk!" Yes! please... please... see who I am she thought desperately at the other pony, hope filling her. I'm not like this, not really. At least... I hope I'm not.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 1:02 am
She spread her magic over Cinnamon Sugar lightly, trying to sooth the agitation she could sense. "I'd rather know your name."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 1:06 am
She shuddered, as though the tension was fighting to remain. "Ci..cinnamon sugar..." she whispered. she was awed after. She had actually said what she wanted to. And she felt... odd almost.
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 1:13 am
"Ah, there we go," she sighed happily. "That's a beautiful name. I have a feeling it suits you. Very sweet but with a bit of spice."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 1:15 am
She actually flushed lightly. She didn't know what to say, so her tentative hold on her mouth slipped, and it went off on it's own again. "A feeling. well isn't that warm and cozy!"
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