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 Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 8:21 pm
In truth, walking wasn't really that bad - he had enough energy, at least, to keep from stepping in holes. Bedwyr knew he'd hit rock-bottom. Worse than that, he could no longer heal; every bird that had fallen from the nest and broken itself had had to be passed by, because his horn wasn't working. This had never happened to him before, though he'd heard of it. His father had told him a story about a unicorn who had been emotionally blocked, once. But the solution to that uni's problem was much simpler - he'd just talked it out with another healer. How could Bedwyr do that when there was no one around to talk to?
Sighing, Bedwyr continued on his way. This was, surely, his lowest point. And while all he wanted to do was fix himself, he wasn't quite sure just how to do that.XxPrimevalPandaxX Just so you know, his name is pronounced 'Bed-hih-veer.' It's just spelled funny. =P
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 7:29 am
Turning her head, she looked around hearing the beads on her veil jingle with each movement she took. She was nearing the first stop in her journey. It was an open area where the sun beamed down through the trees. It was so pretty and was something she always loved seeing especially on a nice day such as this.
Though something made her stop looking at the beauty above her. She spotted a stallion wandering through the same path she was going. He didn't look all that happy let alone in a mood that was remotely good. This only made her more willing to find out what was bothering him. "Are you alright?" She asked lightly as she slowly made her way after him. (( That is pretty funny. xD ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 07, 2012 5:02 pm
Bedwyr looked up at the sound of a feminine voice, and his gaze landed on a ghostly, pale mare. He'd nearly bolted when he'd heard her - but she wasn't threatening or even reminiscent of Lavender. She appeared so suddenly that he automatically answered her: "No, not really." Bedwyr stopped himself before he said more than that. Who was this mare, and why was she talking to him?
Now agitated by himself and this intruding mare, he snapped, "Can I help you, miss?" Of course, the second he said it, he regretted being so stand-offish. He really didn't want to be mean... It was just that the only people he wanted to talk to at the moment were healers, and he didn't peg her for one.
XxPrimevalPandaxX Bleh, sorry for the weird response. XD Suddenly lost for words.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 8:26 am
Nidawi tilted her head at the male. She didn't need help by far and it seemed like he was the one that needed some kind of help. Though that part was up to him. "I don't need any kind of help..is there something you needed?" She asked him in a light tone of voice before walking a little closer to him. He definitely wasn't as social as she had hoped, but that was alright. She could live with that and the fact he was a little snappy. "No need to get angry. I'm not going to hurt you and if I'm intruding you can simply tell me to leave. I don't mind continuing on my way. But you seem like your in trouble..Isn't there anything I can do to help you? I don't like leaving those who mind need help.." She wondered what he would do.
"My name is Nidawi by the way..what is yours?" She was really trying and really really wanted to help him.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 2:13 pm
Feeling himself begin to get agitated again as she continued to talk, Bedwyr was annoyed with himself. This never used to happen - he'd always been the understanding and wise one, and now this. With a sigh, Bedwyr looked at Nidawi, studying her small stature. She was very pretty for such a young mare, but her build was strange - like that of a deer. However, he ignored the puzzlement in the back of his mind and decided to just answer her question.
"My name is Bedwyr, if you must know. And I am looking for a healer to talk to. Now, if you will allow me, I will be on my way... As I am fairly certain you are not one, correct?" He grimaced at the awkwardly phrased question, but he honestly wanted to minimize his contact with others - they irritated him and he was beginning to be afraid that he would snap in a way that wasn't just verbal. Nonetheless, he waited for her response before walking away - it was only polite, after all.
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