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It was known through out the Kwani lands that Pandora was the type of soquili to keep to herself. Unassuming, keeping quiet, and shy. It wasn’t that she hated other soquili. It was actually quite far from the truth. However, growing up alone with nothing but the Spirits of the Great Willow, who had blessed her with her own tree guardian that now hung comfortably upon her back, Pandora didn't have… the know how of how to interact very well with others. Of course, the young mare would try, using her ability to heal wounds through massage and creating potions using the orbs that grew from her tree limbs, but the conversations she had with her clients were few and far between.

Soquili came to her for her skills, not her conversation. At least, that’s what Pandora would tell herself. Some would come and talk her ear off, metaphorically speaking of course, and not realize that she spoke maybe one or two sentences to them. Boisterous for some, calm and collected for others, Pandora had met quite a few different souls. And to that end her Guardian Willow was proud of her. However, as of late the Guardian Willow seemed to be getting antsy with her. Urging her with it’s long leaf tresses to get out there more. To explore beyond it’s comforting glen. It made Pandora nervous, however, she also knew that the Guardian Willow knew best, and she had to oblige.

Normally, if a souqili would come near her rather small territory they would first notice the scratches she had made with stone to warn off the hunters. It was made to look like scratches from a large cat. But, further down, and to those who knew her, who came to her already for her services, also knew it as a map to her home. A way to get there without being obvious. Her territory wasn’t very large, but it had everything she and her clients would need. A stream to bring comfort to a parched throat or to her soothing potions. Shade from the Guardian Willow to keep the sun at bay. It was a small little paradise to Pandora, and she hoped that her clients would feel the same when they were with while she soothed their tired muscles and minds.

The difference between the present and past was now Pandora was opening up her home to anyone who wanted to come and relax. If they wanted conversation they she would listen with a open ear and heart. If they needed healing she would give them drink and healing paste as necessary depending on the exact nature of the issue at hand. Or if they just wanted to get away for a time she would make sure they had a comfortable bed and warmth of the Guardian Willow bark. And hopefully this would appease the restless Guardian Willow spirit Pandora felt in her bones.

Reflection was not proud to be here. But Reflection's pride had gotten him in this jam to begin with; He might as well shove it to the side and suffer for it. He had wanted to show off. It had gotten his ankle twisted, and while the women of his little herd laughed and laughed, he had limped off to nurse his wounds. Honestly, he had expected better of them than to laugh at a stallion who had just wanted to impress his friends. (By showing off inappropriately.) His nephew had seen it, his niece had seen it, the mare who was like his sister had seen it, his trainer had seen it... He was just lucky that his father hadn't seen it, or he would be limping laps, not limping to try and find a healer.

He'd heard of one who lived in this area, and it was rather in his best interest to try and find them. It had been almost a whole day limping on this ankle because he was too proud to ask his laughing friends for some assistance (Darn his pride, anyways! And darn his eagerness to show off those impressive tricks he thought he had mastered!) And now he was tired, a little hungry, and he was running cold and hot from the ache every time he set his foot down against the earth. Even in his own opinion this was not a good position to be in and he still had a ways to go yet before he thought he would enter the healer's den. Lair? Place?

It was to his alarm that he noticed the scratches of stone. Paws, and claws. A walker, like the one who had attacked his family? A large cat, less dangerous, but still a terrible threat to a warrior in his current condition. Which was to say, a condition of not being much of a warrior at all! Pausing, leaning against a tree, he let his red eyes scan the area, narrow in concentration and no small amount of pain. He could hear... water. Running water would give him a place to relax, perhaps to soak his hoof a bit, and take a nice long drink. The downside, of course, was that water attracted predators as well as the weary.

Without taking the chance, Reflection was certain to be doomed. Either by exhaustion, or by just losing the energy to move forward. (Which was, he reflected mildly, another word for exhaustion.) So a drink it would be. If someone tried to jump him, there was enough left of faculties and energy in him that he would be able to make it a most costly decision for whoever may want to attack him. Pushing off the tree that he had been leaning on, ear flickering towards the sound of water, he grunted in pain- and let his weight fall back onto the tree.

Perhaps a little rest here wouldn't be that terrible. Just a small bit before he moved on to the water he could hear.

((WC: 50 cool )

With the day waning onwards, Pandora left the sanctity of her Willow Tree and made her way down the carefully set paths she had created as a filly. Before, freshly made with a little body, now well worn, and easily walked through. With the fluttering of nearby birds she knew others had come into her home, but she wasn’t sure if they were friend or foe. However, regardless, she would deal with what was going to come. She was a healer, she’d survive.

Turning the corner, checking each way as she went, Pandora hadn’t expected to find a small bundle of fur and wings within one of her glens. Nor had she expected to find someone so tiny. Wide eyed for a moment Pandora was briefly at a loss at what to do. The curled up foal reminded her so much of herself when she was little, tiny body huddled under a tree, fast asleep, without a care in the world. That said, her healer self kicked into gear. The little one had obviously come into her home for a reason. Whether she knew the reason or not Pandora wasn’t sure. Or maybe it was just happenstance. Either way, Pandora was already there, so she’d gently have to coax the foal out of her slumber.

Quietly coming forward, Pandora gently called out to the sleeping child. Words soft, soothing. That way there would be no reason for when the child awoke to be frightened, or worse, attack. Pandora hoped the little one wouldn’t be one of the devil-walkers. Pelt or no pelt. One could never be sure. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Hypersensitive to his pain, and dull of sense to almost everything else, Reflection was dimly aware of potential danger approaching him in the form of an exceptionally large stallion- larger than he in build, certainly. Instinct put him staggering into a defensive position, trying to hide his wound. Never show a predator your weakness, Reflection! Red eyes gleamed, but it didn't take long for him to wearily assess-

The stranger meant no harm. For now, at least. Hooves, no claws. The potential for danger was there, but as the other stallion called out to him in a rumble, he allowed himself to dial down on his reaction to such threat. "I could, actually," he confessed with a grunt, pushing himself upwards, away from the tree. "Was acting like an idiot. Decided to add insult to injury by being more an idiot."

His throat was so dry.

"Do you think you can help me over to the water?" Luck with him, he wouldn't fall over and drown as he drank.

Fia startled at the name that the mare had given her. Her gaze took in the color of her wings and she gave a soft giggle before finding the nerve to speak up. "My name isn't Orange Feather. I'm Fia."

Fiammetta relaxed her posture a little as she took in the clearing with clearer eyes. Her gaze kept traveling the the mare that was addressing her. There was something most strange about her. Fia had been raised the correct way and she kept silent on the mare's looks. Instead she tried to focus on what was being asked of her. The filly looked down at the ground before her voice, quiet as a mouse, replied. "I think I do need help." Fia made her voice come out louder. "I fell into a river and I think I must have hit my head on something. When I woke up I found out on was on the side of the river but I don't recognize this place at all."

((Oh my god RL ate me... I completely forgot about this rp))

Torbjorn steadied the unicorn as he transferred his weight from the tree to his side. It was almost amusing how easy it was to support the stallion, simply due to the sheer size difference. He nodded at the request to head towards the water and replied simply, "You do not look like an idiot to me". So on they moved, slowly through the trees, just barely reaching the edge of the clearing through which the river ran when another strange male appeared from the darkness. Looking over placidly, Bear gave him a level look as he stated shortly, "This stallion needs water, I am helping him get some," as though that would explain the situation entirely. There was little point in spending the extra time to elaborate on the occurrences that lead up to that moment, as Bear did not see why they would be pertinent to another complete stranger.

Turning away, he looked back towards the river and continued the aid the unicorn onward. Their appearance in the clearing would likely be noted by the two females also reclining near the shore, though presently Bear cared little but for the singular task he was given. Torbjorn never really was one for multitasking.

To close the end of the December month its time to close the game portion of this RP. And in the spirit of Christmas, and after talking with StatGoddess Phail, all of you shall get an extra 5% boost in stats!

I am lifting the rule of everyone having to wait until I reply before replying yourselves. This ORP is open for continuation if you guys wish it until it concludes organically.

Happy holiday's everyone, and a happy new year! (Is it really already 2016? Seriously, its like 2015 just started yesterday....Or maybe I'm just getting old...Yeah, old. LOL)