From one end to the other
12-24-2015, 09:11 PM
His resting facial expression abruptly snapped into one of surprise as his approaching brother lost his footing and fumbled forward. Though the sand was soft and seemingly harmless, a million scenarios instantly ran through the healer's head. Bruises? Sprained ankles? A hit to the head? He was about to ask though was cut off by laughter, and he lifted his curious gaze to find the lightning-marked male on his back. By his cheery greeting he seemed unharmed, and the healer couldn't smell any blood though he wouldn't make such quick assumptions. "What a meeting too," he added with a small smile, tone growing with concern as he inquired, "Are you sure you're alright?" He hated to ruin anyone's fun, though he was worrisome by nature. A healer had to be wary, and that was his duty after all.
Ah, so the rock collection was Voltage's. Strange indeed; he was the last canine he presumed to have made it. Being nicknamed 'Rocky', Terrae himself would have been the ideal choice. I collect herbs, not rocks, he reminded himself sternly, bringing the same questions back to his mind. At least now he knew who had created it, but why? What was its purpose? Was it more than just a mound of stones? "Oh yes," he replied with a nod, getting another good look at the pile. "It's a very fine collection of...rocks." And that was totally normal.
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