Somnus  What he hadn’t planned on, of course, was witnessing a monochromatic Pegasus tumble head over hooves after a rather painful looking attempt at a landing, tumbling into a heap in the snow. So surprised as he was, the dunalino darted forward without thought, ears perked at attention and emerald eyes wide with worry and alarm. Who was it? Were they injured? For all of his time with the Dawn Court, he did not recognize the downed woman, and as he drew closer, hooves crunching the snow beneath his weight, he realized that he did not know her at all. Her scent was foreign, not one of Delumine that he could place. A stranger to their land? She was taller than himself, broad built and colored in black and white. The dreads upon her crest were thick, even mottled with snow as they were, but her piercing blue eyes took the tactician’s breath. Even as she pulled herself upright, overcoming her stupor, Somnus found himself fretting for her wellbeing, stranger or not. A fall like that should never be taken lightly. “Be still,” Somnus began, his tone of urgency accentuated by the accent of his voice, “Are you alright? That was quite the tumble that you took. Please, be still for a moment.” The way in which the female extended her leg was worrisome, and one only had to look at it to know that it was injured. He wondered what it was that had caused the injury, who she was, and where it was that she had come from. “My name is Somnus. I’m no healer or caretaker, but please. Might I be of assistance?” Meticulous schedule or not, Somnus could not, in good conscience, abandon an injured fellow. |
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