May the Bird Fly

Dovain

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9 y/o xlarge Female
© Lunicea
 
Dovaingave a small sigh as she made the trip back to her camp. While she did have a den in the grove with the Order, she made sure her original site was well managed, after all. It wasn't just for herself to sleep in. She'd offered it to an injured woman she'd treated not to long ago, Mrs. Sonja, a magicka with a hurt wing that had trusted her enough to allow her to set the limb in a brace for her. Though the situation did come with a bit of drama, she didn't harbor anything against her, why would she? It seemed the relationship between the woman and the man that had shown up went far deeper than she wished to think about. 

While it hurt her heart to leave little Aella in her den in the Order, she knew the pup would be safe, surrounded by a pack that would protect its kind, and being watched under the eye of the leader, she was sure the pup would be alright until she returned. 

Dove shook herself as she arrived at her den, clearing her throat she gave a short bark, wondering if there was any occupants. This was where she last left the woman, and with a wing injury, she didn't think it would have healed back up enough over the course of a week or two to be able to lift the lady once more. 

"Sonja? Are you there dear?"  She rumbled, moving aside some of the hanging vines tangled in golden leaves, letting a few rays of sunlight fill the deeply set home she'd made. "It's Dovain." She called gently, setting Primevere to the side she removed her helm, along with the rest of her armor save for daggers strapped to her legs and the satchel that wound around her flank. 
 
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Sonja

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7 y/o medium Female
Bezalel, Male Crow
© Centience

With Dovains help, she was able to get the rest she needed, it turned out she had a camp not too far from where she'd found Sonja within the giants forest. And now that her wing was splinted, she was able to move more easily, without the damaged limb dragging behind her getting caught on god knows what, damaging it further and inhibiting her movement. She was here now, resting on the side with her good wing so she wouldn't cause herself any unnecessary strain or pain, long tail sprawled out a single paw draped over her dark muzzle chest rising and falling; completely relaxed. Despite the fact that her dreams did consist mostly of Zendelrin and Sohvren, two men in her life who claimed to care about her, and yet — both of them absent. The woman sighed, slowly stirring as Bezalel prompted to groom through the fur around her neck to draw his wolf from her slumber. 

Ebony lids came to flutter open to reveal pools of crimson, her gaze slowly falling upon her crow, though reluctant to get up she murmured a soft "yes Bezalel?" gaze resting on him allowing complaint to rest in her eyes. The bird only ruffled his na vy and green feathers. "You can't sleep all morning" he would muse back at her. Taking a single hop backwards as she would shoot glares at him. She sighed, her thoughts occupied. Zendelrin had arrived of course, it was in fact the first time he'd shown his face since his return to Nidria. But he wasn't himself, he had been awkward and tense in those moments, even under the sedation of Dovains herbs, she remembered. "Sonja? Are you there dear?" Bezalel moved first, his feathers ruffling as he let out a caw at the woman. "It's Dovain." came her words, crimson backed audits drew forward rolling her body so she was up on her belly.

"Yeah, i'm here" she mused. Giving a glance to Bez before calling out to Dovain "I can come out" she called, lifting herself from the floor of the deep sunken den tucking her good wing close as she pulled herself from the darkness. Ears would perk, crimson eyes coming to meet the womans softer color of pink, audits flickering back slightly. 

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Dovain

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9 y/o xlarge Female
© Lunicea
 
"Yeah, i'm here"

Dove felt her ears perk at the voice that came from the den, a small smile adorning scarred lips as she leaned down to try and catch the woman's gaze. Though she wouldn't have to wait long as she offered to come out herself, Dove took a step back but it wasn't quite far enough as the Ebony woman emerged from the den quite close to her. Feeling Sonja's light breath tickle her nose as she finally held the crimson orbs the woman bore. Even if only for a second before the woman's gaze dropped. Dove's torn ears fell against her crown for a moment as she stepped a few spaces back, smiling apologetically as heat brushed across her cheeks in a familiar fashion.

"Are you feeling better?"  She asked quickly, looking over her as much as she could without crossing personal boundaries, from what she could see the wing appeared to be healing well, still held securely by the brace she'd put in place. It took a lot in her not to worry over her, she figured it wouldn't come off well to the magicka though to be bothered more than she already was by the mundane. 

 "Has the brace been holding up? I um, brought you some more herbs in case its still hurting... Is it still hurting?" Concern laced over her voice as cream brows tilted downward, as much as she tried to play down her true nature, she had grown fond of this woman, and for the ones she was fond of, she couldn't help but worry over their health. Especially one's with broken limbs.  
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Sonja

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7 y/o medium Female
Bezalel, Male Crow
© Centience

The pair stood, eyes locked noses almost touching for what felt like an eternity. In reality the moment was only mere seconds, but time seemed to slow around them, causing Sonja to drop her ears further until Dovain took it upon herself to step back. Recreating the space between them and allowing Sonja space to fully emerge from the den as to allow Dovain to get a better look at the splinted limb. "Are you feeling better?" she smiled as the womans carmine eyes graced over her handy work, "Yes...i'm doing better" she confirmed with a small nod. Hips rotating to shift her body to the side so the Mundane could inspect as much as she needed to. 

"Has the brace been holding up? I um, brought you some more herbs in case its still hurting... Is it still hurting?"  she smiled, the concern was clear on the womans tongue. Her crimson eyes danced back slightly to the splint, not that she could fully see how it was doing. "It's good...um, a little bit but I think that's to be expected. I can endure..." she mused with a small soft laugh. Head would rotate to catch a glimpse of Bezalel as her too emerged from the den landing gently upon her lower back just before her tail, choosing to clean himself instead of speak with the other wolf, Bez had never been one for socializing much with anyone other than herself. Her eyes came back to the womans scarred face, lowering herself upon her haunches, "By chance did you...bring anything to eat?" she wondered softly, eyes flickering down and then back up again. "I'm starving..." and hunting was out of the question for her. At least for now. 


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