Foolish as a child

Thistle was the one who found him, the owl kept tabs on the errant titan and returned new to his Empress. He was injured, and not traveling very well. Deathbelle felt panic well up in her heart at the thought of him so injured. She was returned to a moment in time she wished she could forget. Her closest friend, her strongest bond, the one her heart yearned for, dead on the battlefield. She was sure he’d died that day, but she hadn’t been given a chance to return to him. Her own life had been in peril, and through his dedication to her Seer returned to her side. Even after death.

Thoughts of losing him raced through her mind, unthinking she tried to get Iolare’s attention as she made her way to the Warlord. She didn’t know how successful she was, but made her way to Sirius with haste. Her short eared owl led the way, and with all haste Belle found his poorly form.

Even to someone who’d never healed a thing in their life the break would be obvious. Blood soaked the limb and its lifeless dangle wrenched her stomach. It was hard to see him wounded like this. ”Seer!” She called out his dearest name as her heart pumped adrenaline through her veins. ”Stop, you’ve got to stop.” He was barely on his feet anyway. Her attention turned to Snowberry and the herbs the small lemur carried with her before trying to steady the damaged titan. ”What have you done to yourself?” She whispered, her concern only for him and his wellbeing.