Inkheart
JUST LIKE FIRE, BURNING OUT THE WAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
She limps through the Dusk Court, having just left Rannveig behind. Her leg is feeling much better than before, less agonizing but still pained and stiff. A white linen bandage is wrapped around her forearm, covering the incision that had been made to allow the healing to take place. She knows not why the incision was made nor what the magic processes were that set her bones to healing correctly. All she knows is that she is on the mend. The gash over her side has a paste over it, created with herbs that provide an analgesic effect and help prevent infection. There is no guarantee that she will not have a scar there.
The ebony mare is so distracted with these thoughts of her wounds, the healing, and the Queen that she does not even notice the arrival of a familiar grey unicorn. She's startled as his voice meets her dark ears, and her crown snaps up, golden eyes meeting his silver ones. Based off his expression, he's not amused. To see her? At her wounds? She doesn't presume to know and she returns his flat stare. "The other guy is carrion." She huffs, and a glimmer of fierce pride and joy dashes across her face.
And yet, she limps forward toward him, stopping a short distance away. "Rannveig has a reputation as a good healer. I needed assistance." Why she feels the need to defend her actions against him, she's unsure. Her golden gaze briefly roams over him. "You seem to be well." Instead of just a statement, an observation, it's almost like an accusation, because she means much more than his health. Some part of her wonders how he felt about that night. How much he might have enjoyed it, or not.... She sure did. A flush comes to her cheeks, heating her slowly from within, as she remembers it all in vivid detail. Thank Solis a flush does not show under an onyx coat.
