P a n g a e a
'Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get
Had the stallion asked, and Pangaea felt comfortable enough to admit, she would have admitted in an instant to the pain. She was rugged through, exhausted with aches settling in all over. Not just from her wounded legs, but even her wings from flying the last couple of days. But also from the knowledge she had pushed herself to not be a burden, walked faster to keep up, letting him keep his original pace when slowing down wouldn't have caused her as much stress on her body now. But it likely would have caught them out in the storm. She may have pushed herself, but she considers it for good reason.
When he spoke of the more inhospitable points of Novus, her muzzle dips slightly into a frown. She feels a rush of jealousy that this is what he sees as hospitable versus inhospitable. "The world I come from has many features and biomes like Novus, but considerably hotter. Mountains that only allowed the toughest of plants and shrugs to grow on its dry peaks, where water was rare. Jungles so thick with humidity, infection sets in within hrs of an injury. Deserts so long, you will face a predator rather than enter the wastelands. Monsters taller than trees with teeth sharp and as long as your leg hunting all through out. Smaller reptiles that hunt in packs, will corner and ambush you with out warning. Novus may have lands that are difficult to survive in based on how you may be built. But each more I awoke back home, it was a fear of if I'd make it through the day. Each time I lay my head down, I fear if I'd be eaten by a nocturnal predator before daylight would rise. Novus . . . . Novus is a haven to that place." Her voice was small as she spoke, her head pressed close to her chest to obscure the pain of the memories. "I certainly have no desire to Court trouble while I'm here." She adds, "I think I'm owed by now an easier one"
It's not much longer before it is time for him to treat her, explaining his intention to clean the wounds first. She watches him dip the water before he moves with the lesser injury rather than the limb with the violent bite marks at her ankle joint. She doesn't appear bothered at the first touch of the rag to her flesh, the hot water relaxing some of the tension in the muscles. When he set out to begin cleaning the jagged flesh her wing is drawn to her face. That swift move offers two things, the first is the hard claw of her wing for her to bite down on, the second is that webbing that obscures the pinpoint of tears from her eyes.
But she doesn't stop him. In fact, she shifts the position of her leg enough to expose the wound better so he wouldn't have to reach awkward angles. It didn't stop the occasional whine from her throat, the sound almost birdlike. But she knew this was just the start, and she needed to trust him to do his job. So she half clung to her wing, biting down on her claw when he hit a more tender spot, but otherwise trying to be brave and get through out it, making sure the tears leaking down her cheeks weren't visible.
"Speech"
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@Gareth
Notes:. Awkward phone post.
Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get
Now draw me close
