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Posted: Sat Mar 02, 2024 10:47 pm
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It was a rare day when Niobet slept in much later than sunrise. It had been -- well, she couldn't really remember when she'd last spent a lazy day dozing on and off and doing nothing else. Truth to tell, she might have appreciated having a day like that, but this morning, it wasn't meant to be.
Instead, after a good stretch, she gone for a morning flight. She had no personal territory to watch over or to guard, but she felt better taking a look around an easy flight's distance, making sure that nothing too odd or out of the ordinary was taking place down there. She liked to cloud walk, dipping her hooves in the mists that had yet to fully burn off before the sum was at its peak.
And then she liked to explore. This morning, she'd found am interesting twist of water, and decided to follow it inland, just to see where it led. There was no telling how much that was new abd exciting or at least worth a closer look, just around the next vend.
And there it was. Something, or perhaps someone, worthy of her curiosity. She circled the little cove before choosing the right approach for a landing. Not close enough to startle, not too far away to be missed and with a deft control rhat made sure neither of them would suffer the indignities of carelessly flung bits of loose sand.
When she had he balance and she'd shaken her feathers into place so they'd lay as she preferred, she stepped toward the bright-coated stallion and the place he seemed prepared to work.
"Expecting someone important?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2024 12:49 am
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The stallion didn't startle as she approached. Good, then she'd made her arrival clear enough. As she approached, though, he greeted her with such formal, flowery language. Ah, one of those types. Is that my luck?
"There's no need for all of that," she answered, amused. "I might not be a lady, after all." Or not the sort who expected delicate handling, at least. "It's nice to meet you, Levant. I'm called Niobet."
With an ear flick, she added, "Did you say patients?" A glance at the things he'd prepared confirmed the words. "So you're a healer then." Even without the salves and bandages, it made sense. Unicorns and their horns.
She blinked. "Oh! No, I'm fine. Not a scratch or strain on me, as far as I'm aware. I just saw you from above and thought I'd come have a look."
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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2024 9:07 pm
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"If grace was the only requirement to be a lady," Niobet countered, "the lands would be full of them. Grace can be am act, after all, can't it? Or at the very least, a well-praciced skill."
Since he'd invited her to do so, she did take a few moments to explore the place he'd cleared our for his services. "Do you have a lot of patients, usually? And will you forgive me for saying I hope not? I know, healing is your gift, as well as your trade, but I think if your beach here was crowded with patients waiting for your touch, sonething dangerous might be going on. Not," she added, turning back to consider him again, "that you look like you'd have much trouble taking care of yourself."
There was a question for him. She completed her tour of the area and came back to him, curiosity in her gaze.
"Do you ever find yourself mistaken for a fighter rather than a healer?"
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