Luvena
“Finally” she murmured. Thankful that the little mare was finally giving her some grief. “I’ve been waiting ages for you to stop listening to me” she laughed again. “Fine. I’m running a fever, the damned cough is coming back, and my bones ache to the stars and back” she huffed, setting down the now empty mug. She hummed slightly as Pol mentioned magic returning to her. “I’m afraid… well I’m not much help there. I’ve never much been one for magic, and I’ve never had such talents myself. But if you have it, you should start practicing with it. Does it work with everything? You could start with the animals out by the vitreus. It’s not uncommon to see frozen mice out there this time of year.” she suggested.
At the appearance of tears she used her muzzle to rub the dip behind pols withers, something her own mother had done when she was younger. “Oh shh. Hush now” she murmured. “Now why would I go and do something like that?” she asked. “I’m not going anywhere, anytime soon. I’m far too stubborn to let the gods take me that quickly, not again.” she leaned slightly into the mares cool touch. “I might be a frail old lady, but I’ve tangled with death before, and I don’t intend to do it again just yet. Though perhaps I could be a little more accepting of your help” she admitted.
She was nearly vibrating with excitement, though one question ran through her mind. “Why didn’t he come see me himself?” she asked, ears pricked. Though she was starting to piece some things together, that he’d mentioned her immortality, that pol seemed frightened to tell her…
@”Polar North”
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