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 Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 4:07 pm
It had been at least a week now since the events in the mountains, Buu had declared Recovery was now fit to attempt walking short distances, his leg having healed well in such a short space of time. Olearius had been gathering fresh grass and tender reeds for him to eat, as Buu had been strict not to let him bear weight onto the wounded leg, though she spoke little during the brief encounters. Riddled with guilt, Olearius couldn't bring herself to look at him in the face when she had come close to him, looking every else but at him, sometimes her eyes glanced at the leg which caused his immobility, at which point she fell silent, fixed on nothing else, and when Recovery's voice filtered into her ears she started, excusing herself and disappearing from his presence. When Buu announced he was mending, something from her lifted, maybe the sense of guilt, but she still asked herself the same questions over and over; 'Does he blame me?', 'does he hate me for leaving him after all he went through.', 'will he forgive me?', 'would I of forgiven him if it'd been me?', all these questions and more. So no, perhaps the guilt hadn't vanished, perhaps it was the tangible flicker of hope, that they might just get through this, that she'd not lose the one friend that meant the world to her.
She made her way to where Recovery had been resting for the last week, she caught a glimpse of the lace around his leg and didn't let her eyes raise up any further, darting her eyes diagonally across to his back, so it was, she looked everywhere but at his face; she feared she'd see a look in her eye that'd break her heart. In a soft inquisitive voice she asked, 'Buu tells me your ready to try and put some weight on your leg, I was wondering if I could, hm, well... help? Her eyes darted madly, looking everywhere in mild panic and her next words came quickly after, in a somewhat jumbled manner, 'I mean, that's if you want me around, I just thought, well...' She trailed off and then just stood, staring at her hooves as she twisted the point of her front left hoof in the ground.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 2:30 pm
Since being injured and left for dead in the desert, Recovery's memory has been hazy at best. He knew that he must do what he can to continue to protect Olearius, and that they must make their way out of the desert and back to more familiar ground, somewhere they would be safer and somewhere he could get the medical attention he needed. But as for any details... he knew that he had been protecting his close friend, and that he had managed to save her from physical injury by intercepting it himself. And that afterwards their attackers grew bored and left them to fend for themselves. He knew that he was growing weaker, and he had to ask Olearius to help him limp along, and eventually he was too weak to carry his own weight for very long and taking longer rests than walks. Then he remembers a particularly cold night where Olearius came to him and looked like she was about to say something, but instead began to cry, he tried reaching out to her, his heart breaking to see her so devastated, but she turned and ran and he was unable to follow after her, a fever just rearing it's head. After that he remembers snippets of forest passing by and eventually the warm wetness of the swamp. This is where he must have finally been brought to where he lay now in Buu's swamp camp.
So here he was, finally having convinced the strange healer that he was strong enough to try some weight on his leg. He was anxious to get up and moving, restless in a way, but he knew he must be cautious. When Olearius made her way over to him, Recovery's face lit up as bright as the sun. He was ecstatic to have her near him, and the only thing that dulled his brightness a little was the way she kept avoiding looking at him. He furrowed his brow a touch and tilted his head to listen to her soft voice. Ears perked forward, eyes bright and alert, Recovery had one hundred percent of his attention on the beautiful mare that had helped take such good care of him while he fought the infection in his leg. But why would she still not look at him? Concern crept into his thoughts often. He worried about her, about why she was acting so strangely, and often he did blame himself for it all.
In a comforting tone, Recovery started slowly, "Olearius.... Why wouldn't I want you around? Of course I want you here with me." A somewhat rhetorical question, he did not expect her to answer as his eyes searched for hers, hoping to catch her gaze so she could see he was being sincere. His voice reflected sadness, but he continued quickly, before she could run away, "Come closer, come help this rebuilt stallion to his hooves. I need your help to stand, if you will give it." He propped himself up on his strong legs and arced his neck to help balance as he brought himself upright. With her help, he would make it up without stressing his wounded leg so that he could try some weight on it once he was a little more steady.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 3:20 am
The ground around the swamp area was soft and peaty, it was dark and rich, it smelt of fungus and life. The scents filled her nostrils as her hoof buried it's way deeper into the ground, Olearius was not a vain creature by any stretch of the imagination, in fact she thought little of her natural appearance, in her experience 'good looks' wasn't something married up within her family, the unusual fitted better. Though as Recovery's voice tickled her ears her hoof stopped twisting in the ground and she stared downwards at it; she had naturally long fetlocks like her father and right now her left was matted together with clumps of dark mud. There was something about hearing Recovery say her name that always stopped her in her tracks, she wanted to look at him, to catch those clear blue eyes of his, but still she could not bring herself to meet them. Her heart jumped a beat however when he announced he still wanted her around him, though she wondered truly if he remembered the events of a week ago. 'why wouldn't I want you around?' because I betrayed you in your hour of need, she thought to herself, because I left you when you needed me, after months of time together when he'd cared for her, the one time he needed her, she'd run away. She grew tense as her thoughts darkened quickly again and her hoof began to twist nervously into the muddy ground once again.
But quickly Recovery followed with the request to come closer to him and to help him stand. Her hoof stopped twisting once more and she let her eyes rise a little, floating across the small patch of ground which separated them and caught the lace and beads which adored his front left leg. He moved, bringing his legs in close to his body, getting them underneath himself and arching his head in preparation of of pushing upwards in an attempt to stand. Without thought Olearius quickly leapt forwards, she wanted to do anything she could for him now, to repay the debt she owed to him and to make up for the abandonment. She span in besides him, slowly she side stepped close to him, pressing up against his shoulder to offer him support as he stood. It wasn't until she'd sided up next to him she released how close she was to him; it wasn't earth that filled her nostrils any more, it was his scent. It was comforting for her to feel him next to her, but at the same time it was the closest she'd ever been to him. She looked at the ground and then quickly she looked down at his injured leg, he seemed to be tentatively attempting to lower a little weight down threw it onto the ground. Instinctively she tensed her muscles, anchoring herself in case his leg gave out and he needed her their to bare his weight, this time she'd be there for him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 3:57 pm
As Recovery strained all of his concentration on standing up there was little room in his mind for what he was most concerned with. Olearius had become very special to him, but he knew there were things that she needed help with. Sometimes, like now, she would grow very silent and he could only guess that her thoughts were growing dark from the small furrow in her brow and the persistence of avoiding eye contact. And that was why he worried. He wanted to know why she got like this, and if he were being entirely honest, he had a feeling it had something to do with Illudin, the black shadow that slept in the tree on her back. Now was not the time to bring something like this up, but he planned on trying to get her to talk about him in the future. Maybe he could get her to open up about her darkness and they could find a better way to help treat it. For now, he'd found the best solution was to distract her and keep her attention on something else so that she could not dwell on anything upsetting.
Standing after so long reminded him of being a clumsy foal once more. He made it mostly upright in the first push, and then steadied himself with a second push from his back legs until he stood relatively steady. Olearius' shoulder making contact with his distracted his attention and it eased his frown, too. His eyes wandered from her black shoulder and followed the orange patches that ran down her leg all the way down to those sleek dark fetlocks. The hooves hidden underneath were planted firmly and he could feel her tensing as he tentatively placed his injured against the ground. Pulling his head up, he winced, but added a little more weight to it anyhow. And slipped.
But he did not fall, because Olearius was there when he needed her. Their shoulders pressed together uncomfortably, but he stayed standing so long as she could keep her hooves planted. Grinning sheepishly to try to cover up his grimace, Recovery spoke as he readjusted his weight back to his other limbs and relieved his injured one. "Feel like a foal all over again!" He chuckled and tried to catch her eye as he added amongst the jostling, "I would've fallen to my face had you not been here, Olearius. Thank you," Now solidly standing on his three strong legs once more, he pressed his neck and cheek against hers, urging onwards to try his weight again. If he could allow his concentration to stray just a little, her warm hide against his was the most comforting thing he could ask for at that moment, but this was not the time to mention it. Perhaps later.
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