Hollylight: Oh good! He’s not dead! Phew! -shakes his shoulders lightly- Hey, you Okay?
Hollylight: Um, -looks at her sis- wasn’t he just awake? I thought that he was getting better.
Whitefrost: -coughs, spitting out some green stuff-
Whitefrost: -calms down and sighs- Where am I? -looks up at the two fillies and perks ears-
Hollylight: You don’t remember?
Whitefrost: Not really. The last thing I remember is grazing with my sire. -studies the fillies- Are you two Coperpool’s and Rainblaze’s fillies?
Hollylight: Umm, Yeah. We told you that already.
Whitefrost: Oh. -stands up- Like I said, I don’t really remember. -stretches legs and wings- Do you know where we are?
Hollylight: Don’t you know? You just came here all on your own to speak with your sire.
Whitefrost: -snorts- How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t remember!
Emeraldblaze: -whispers to her sister- I think that plant is starting to wear off, but it affected his memory. I think he only remembers grazing with Windwing and thats when they both ate that plant.
Hollylight: -nods, understanding- Ohhhhhh. I get it now. Why would it affect his memory? -whispers like nurses do when they’re near a patient who confuses them-
Junetree: -dabs Mapleglade’s forehead with head wing- -whispers secrets she had never told before, feelings she had never confessed into his ears-
Emeraldblaze: -shrugs- No idea.
Mapleglade: -pricks ears but keeps eyes closed-
Junetree: -sees the movement- -frowns- Why you- you’ve been fine for a while haven’t you?!
Mapleglade: -keeps ears pricked but doesn’t answer, to exhausted to speak-
Hollylight: Whitefrost, are you sure you can’t remember anything?
Rainblaze: -studies him- I think he’s still sick Junetree, but he can still move fine.
Whitefrost: I can remember stuff prior to grazing with my sire, but stuff after that I don’t remember.
Junetree: -sighs- Let me check. -quickly checks him and tests his movements- Yes, I think you’re right. Do you think the milkweed actually worked?
Hollylight: -tells him every detail of what happened and what he said-
Rainblaze: Maybe, but your the medicine mare here. Only you would know
Whitefrost: -perks ears- Seriously? I said that to my mother?!
Junetree: I’m still training actually under Pineberry, but okay.
Hollylight: Ohhhh Yeah you did. -pins ears- What about what you said to me and my sister?!
Rainblaze: Well, your the most educated in medicines here right now
Whitefrost: -gives them a sheepish look- Oh. I suppose I should say sorry?
Emeraldblaze: -nods strictly-
Windwing: -walks up to the three- -yells at the fillies with a booming voice- Get away from my colt!
Junetree: Well, I guess that’s right. -looks at her brother- Can you get Windwing here for me Coperpool?
Coperpool: Yeah, I think so.
Junetree: Thanks. Oh, and if you want you can take Crimsonwind and Wispifrost with you.. just in case.
Coperpool: -nods- That would be the smartest thing to do.. just in case.
Junetree: -turns to the pair- Hey, would you two mind going with Coperpool just in case something happens?
Hollylight: -yelps and backs away-
Whitefrost: Father! Its fine!
Windwing: You don’t speak to me like that!
Emeraldblaze: He must be under that spell-like thing too
Wispifrost: -feels like she wants to cry, but holds urge back- Yeah, Okay.
Coperpool: Well, c’mon then. -beckons for the two yearlings to follow him-
Hollylight: -whimpers- What do we do?
Crimsonwind: -looks at the filly- What’s wrong?
Emeraldblaze: Let’s go get father -flies away quickly-
Whitefrost: -sighs in relief as he hears the fillies leave-
-looks at the ground and looks for some milkweed-
Hollylight: -follows quickly-
Wispifrost: -sniffles quietly- Um, nothing.
Crimsonwind: -flicks her with tail lightly- You can tell me.
Wispifrost: -head droops a bit- It’s just... I hate it that my sire is... you know...
Crimsonwind: -puts crimson wing on her back- He’ll come through, believe me. He has to
Wispifrost: -stiffens at his touch- -shrugs away- Hey, we need to catch up with Coperpool. -flies after him quickly-
Crimsonwind: -ears droop but keeps head up- -mumbles,- Oh, uh sorry.. -flies after her-
Wispifrost: -feels guilty and peaks back at him-
Coperpool: -looks back at them over his shoulder- -nickers and looks ahead again-
Wispifrost: -head shoots forward again- -tomato-
Crimsonwind: -feels heart start to pump- -cheeks turn pink-
Coperpool: -lands beside Whitefrost-
Wispifrost: -lands in the nearby woods-
Coperpool: Windwing, would you please grace Junetree with your presence?
Windwing: -pins ears- What do you rascals want?
Whitefrost: -whispers to Coperpool- Help me find some milkweed. Father ate that plant too
Crimsonwind: -lands next to Wispifrost-
Coperpool: -nods to Whitefrost- We simply want you to grace us with your mighty presence at the meeting place.
Windwing: Don’t act dumb to me.
Whitefrost: -widens eyes- Whoa
Coperpool: -keeps his cool- I’m not playing dumb. -fake relenting sigh- Fine. The reason is that we need you to lead us out of here. We would be lost without you. -secretly hates every word of that sentence-
Wispifrost: -goes closer to Crimsonwind instinctively at her sire’s harsh tone-
Windwing: -stomps hoof- Your words don’t matter to me.
Crimsonwind: -heart pumps faster-
Wispifrost: -throws wings around Crimsonwind in fright and burrows face in his mane-
Coperpool: Please? -extra pleadingly sad face-
Crimsonwind: -turns stiff in shock and breath comes out in short puffs-
Windwing: Now your just acting like a pleading colt. Grow up
Whitefrost: -jaw drops- We gotta find that milkweed now.
-trots around the area, sniffing every unfamiliar plant-
Coperpool: -decides to become the distraction- You can think what you want, but we need you. Your mate needs you.
Windwing: I have no mate!
Whitefrost: -stops dead in his tracks- You remember me but not mother?
Wispifrost: -whispers- How is that possible? -head comes back out of Crimsonwind’s mane-
Windwing: Your mother is nothing to me!
Whitefrost: -jaw drops again and feathers start to shed-
Crimsonwind: I can’t believe he just said that...
Coperpool: -can’t help the gape-
Whitefrost: -closes mouth and flares nostrils, searching for the milkweed with determination-
-walks across the grass and stops, spotting it- -plucks the plant with his teeth and trots back to his sire- Here, eat this. Its really good!
Wispifrost: -holds breath- -tightens grip slightly around Crimsonwind-
Coperpool: -plays along- Yes! It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
Crimsonwind: -smiles a bit-
Windwing: I’m only doing this because my colt wants me to!