Solira: The Ocean: we are a capital happy group

Things go on around her. Fenris leaves. Marshall is proud (she’s not going to lecture on him), Micah is upset. So on and so forth. Hypatia came here for Enola Gay, for the eagle that called her and maybe, slightly, for that fact that she had lived her once too.

Her fire, her whole body, is quiet.

She moves from body to body, helping Micah and Marshall and Wyvern heal when she can. But after her initial blocking, her mind is free and focused and hard to tune out all the thoughts of the raging, burning equines of Solira. Some are close to death, and many more have come to the large group growing now.

“We have those that need Healing.”

Hypatia was first and foremost an Oracle, not a Queen. There were those that needed her help and she had been called on. She had come, and even if she didn’t like Fenris stalking around mating with the Shadows, she would be here. Micah, however, seemed to be a puppy first and an Oracle second. But she kept that particular thought behind very tight doors.

“Alshain?”

Hypatia’s steps are quick, agile over the sand so like her deserts. She travels to him quickly, and once more drowning everything else out, focuses on the stallion that turned himself into an idiot for love. Her eyes close, and her lips part in a sigh that comes out as ash.

Healing and healing and healing.

She won’t be running back to Ni’Srilan as she did to get here.