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It had been many days since he had seen the mare he had once called "Wrath", and Richmon began to wonder whether or not the mare was making any progress down her path of healing. It would take time; Healing, like walking, could only be taken one step at a time. Richmon nodded to himself as he thought of the mare and flared his wings, with one massive heave he vaulted into the air. He flew swiftly, scanning the grounds below with his glowing yellow eyes for the pale blue mare. It was his responsibility, after all, to mend what he had broken.

A spec of blue that passed beneath Richmon managed to catch the corner of his eye. He hadn't seen the figure very well, he had been looking to either side rather than beneath himself, so he circled around to get a better view. This time he flew slower, and as he drew closer to the blue figure he could recognize the long beaded mane and darker swirls in the blue coat that was 'Wraths'. He folded his wings and dived, falling from the air only to flare his wings once he was close enough to the ground (and Wrath) to glide quietly up to the mare. Ebony hooves landed silently only a few feet from Wrath. Richmon nodded to the pale blue mare, a greeting of sorts. "Good evening.." He said quietly, hoping to have not startled her.

Richmon took in the way Wrath called him Judge, playing it over in his mind for a moment. After all the times he had judged her she had not once called him judge, yet now that her judgment had passed and she was healing from the anger she had had to let go of in order to be cleansed she now called him Judge. He guessed it was only befitting, since he still called her Wrath. "In all honesty, Ma'am..." Richmon replied once he was through mulling over his new apparent nick-name. "I simply came to see how you were doing. It has been some time since we last spoke. I hope you have been doing well?"

Richmon nodded, stoically absorbing all that the mare said to him. He found it curious and interesting how Wrath acted as she spoke. It was almost as if she was happy, yet.. disheartened? Sad? He couldn't quite tell. He assumed she was glad to have met a friend; most soquili considered friends to be family of a sort. Yet as she spoke of the mare she seemed to be hesitant.

Richmon mulled over the possibilities, yet he could not see why seeing a friend helped and hurt the pale blue mare before him. Hurt... That is what he was picking up on. Why would seeing a mare who experienced a similar encounter hurt her? It was a boon really. Perhaps Richmon was simply thinking on it too much. He didnt feel the way others did so he couldnt understand the simplicity of it all. Oh well...

There was yet a lot of healing to be done for Wrath. But this friend, she would be key in this healing process despite the pain she caused. Wrath had said in their last meeting that it was she that had to forgive herself before she could continue on - Richmon had accepted it, it was true. But forgiveness was not the only thing needed apparently; she needed guidance. The mare before him, despite being strong of will and body and mind, seamed weak in spirit due to her cleansing. She was in a new world, so to speak, lost and confused with no clue what to do. Richmon could be no use there, he had never gone through anything like she had. Her friend though had evidently treed those very grounds before and overcame her trials. She could show Wrath the way through this new world, teach her.

Richmon blinked as Wrath mentioned her new friend though, his mind momentarily leaving the thoughts of how Wraths old friend could aid in her healing. So, she was already strong enough to go out and seek new friendship and company. She was healing well. Soon she would be able to make a new life for herself and seek out her son. "I can.. " Richmon said quietly with a slight nod. "But would that not keep you from meeting with your new friend?" Yet again he had thought too much into it. He could not see himself as being the one Wrath thought of as a friend.

"I'm..." Richmon said, slightly confused. "A friend?" He asked. He had once had a foal ask if he could be a friend, and as he understood it a friend was like an extension of family. He had said yes, but he himself had not considered himself a friend; and he had not seen the foal since. Had this mare that he for so long had tried to cleanse come to think of him as family? It was an odd feeling, new to him. He turned to look at Akahi, he scanned her, looking her over from head to hoof. Had she gone insane? He had not stayed still for very long in the past year, living in a new place each and every day. How could one that rarely visited the other be considered a friend. Family was close knit and cared for each other, helped each other in their times of need and strived for the others to have the very best that life could give them.

Well... he guessed one might considder him a friend on those grounds. But his reasoning behind helping her was he had caused the damage to her; it was his job. He could not be considered a friend, he should not. But free will was a gift from above, and if she chose for him to be a friend it was not his place to deny her that possibility.

And then there was the touch from the mare. He had never touched another before, not with his flesh. He had never been touched by another before either. He wasnt sure if this was right; one was susposed to keep their distance. Maintain their boundaries. No, it couldnt be right, but it didn't seem wrong... Could it be? He wrote it off as 'Wrath' accidentally bumping into him the second she backed up out of his personal space.

It still confused him though. Why did she think of him as a friend? And... Why did he have this new feeling? He felt... He could not describe it. Having never felt anything before it was odd to him. It was as though he was ment to be here. As if for once he was accepted by those around him. Acceptance... That was what it was. Slowly, as if the muscles refused to work, Richmon's lips reluctantly turned up into a smile. "Why?"