Shandragontear
Shark Whisperer
Shina giggle softly at the bit about bandages. In truth she didn't feel like she'd really done all that much. Ok, so maybe someponies would think it a bit much to stay by the side of an unconscious colt for nine months. But still it never felt like such a big deal to her, it had simply felt natural at the time.
"I will always be here to piece you back together." She assured him before adding with a playful nudge of her shoulder against his. "But if we are lucky maybe I can teach you how to avoid breaking to begin with." Shina teased before taking his hoof to help pull her to her own hooves.
As much as she wanted to inquire more about his parents leaving, now wasn't the time. On that Shina thought it best to wait. One piece of baggage at a time.
At the mention of Konton her thoughts turned to the phoenix for a moment. Speaking of baggage, what was she going to do with him? For whatever reason her thoughts trailed to time she'd spent with her father shortly before leaving home.
Suddenly those fuchsia eyes lite up nearly gasping when an idea struck her. "A sword forged in phoenix fire..." She blurted the thought out loud with out explanation. "Fire, is there a forge in Hast?" She asked quickly feeling the sudden rush of adrenalin that came with such anxious hope. A sword forged in her own dragon fire would be much easier then teaching Konton, but it would prove useless against a dragon.
"I will always be here to piece you back together." She assured him before adding with a playful nudge of her shoulder against his. "But if we are lucky maybe I can teach you how to avoid breaking to begin with." Shina teased before taking his hoof to help pull her to her own hooves.
As much as she wanted to inquire more about his parents leaving, now wasn't the time. On that Shina thought it best to wait. One piece of baggage at a time.
At the mention of Konton her thoughts turned to the phoenix for a moment. Speaking of baggage, what was she going to do with him? For whatever reason her thoughts trailed to time she'd spent with her father shortly before leaving home.
Suddenly those fuchsia eyes lite up nearly gasping when an idea struck her. "A sword forged in phoenix fire..." She blurted the thought out loud with out explanation. "Fire, is there a forge in Hast?" She asked quickly feeling the sudden rush of adrenalin that came with such anxious hope. A sword forged in her own dragon fire would be much easier then teaching Konton, but it would prove useless against a dragon.
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