Rainfire:

He looked at the dissapearing tornado. He flew up to Stonewing. "There is surprisingly not much damage sir. It's safe to come down. Seems the land has adapted to this Weather."

The only reason why I made a RP is because we only had TGH RPs and no ROTR Rps, so I made one for that! plus there is only four of them, so there isn't that many!))

Woodwind looked around the place as the tornado cleared up, he looked over at Echolake, "I will help get you to the medicine mare," he said to her, nudging her gently with his wing tip.

Echolake, "Alright Woody!" she nickered to him happily.

Rainmist: She wondered if it was safe to land yet. She decided it was safer to wait until the captains said it was clear

(omg. As soon as I make one RP because there is only one going on people start spamming roleplays. I literally said in the character page that this was only because there was one going on and that i didn't want people to spam rps and here we are with all rps >:( ) Rainfire:

The tornado started to clear and he along with a few of the fellow captains went down first inspecting the damage. Most life here had adapted to the tornadoes so most of the land was stable and looked untouched. There were a few up-rooted trees and shrubs here and there but it looked great given the circumstances.m

Silverstream: She nodded glumly. If her filly never learned to fly then she is at a higher risk of danger

Petalroot:

Petalroot glanced at Sunstreak, biting her lip. It seemed to be a common thing between Petalroot and Dewmoon, the lip biting. She turned back to Silverstream, perturbed. “Well, it is not impossible, just unlikely. It would take a lot of time, practice, and the strengthening of her smaller wing. Strengthening of both of her wings, for that matter,” Petalroot snorted sullenly.

Petalroot sighed, unsure. “I haven’t gone into depth with her inspections, but I may be able to figure out something with the help of Amberroot and the other medicine mares,” she whispered.

Silverstream: "Thank you" She looked back at her filly. "Will Sunstreak ever fly?" She asked in a small enough voice that the filly could not hear

Petalroot:

Petalroot smiled. “Not long at all, dear. You simply have tattered flight feathers, but they will heal or grow back within a week or so. I would recommend flapping your wings on the ground, though, so you don’t lose any muscle tolerance right now. Not being able to fly for a week and immediately flying right after you’ve healed will leave you sore and miserable,” Petalroot instructed.

Silverstream: She looked toward Petalrooot. "When will I fly again?" She asked the mare

Woodwind looked down at the tornado and then at the ground, and how everything sorta waved up at them, things tearing out of the ground, it would be cool to watch, but only if it didn't hurt as much things as it did.

Dewmoon:

Dewmoon nodded with a hungry smile. "The whirlpools are ancient to Anok, and are to be respected by all. Or else..." She trailed off with a short of shrug.

Whitefall:

Whitefall nodded, keeping himself aloft. The air suddenly became colder, and he relished in it. It reminded him a lot of Boulder Herd.

Eaglefire:

He noticed Whitefall's intrigue with the tornado, but once the stallion looked back to his trainer, Eaglefire dropped the topic. "At ease, Whitefall. I admire your tenacity, but there is a time to take action and a time to rest. Now is a time for the second option." He mumbled, arching his neck and occasionally flapping his wings to keep altitude.

Sunstreak: Her eyes widened. "Really!"

Dewmoon:

Dewmoon hadn’t realized this filly hadn’t heard of a whirlpool. She bit her lip again, and then smiled, burning with a story. “Yes, a whirlpool. They live in the sea, usually quite calm and tranquil. Only when something upsets them do they decide that they must make themselves known.

“The most often occurrence is when a misbehaving foal plays in their waters,” she said with a normal voice. Although, in the current cacophony outside, it gave the essence of a whisper. “They open their mouths, and suck in everything above them, including their own waters. The things they take are never seen again.” She was happy with her story.

Sunstreak: "Whirlpool?" She asked

Dewmoon:

Dewmoon nodded, and then turned to Sunstreak. She bit her lip, thinking. “It is a natural phenomenon, and occurs quite often here, in the Interior. Some call it a tornado, others call it a twister. I like to think of it as a whirlpool, but on land, and with wind,” she snorted.

Silverstream: She looked at her filly and then to Dewmoon. "Can you tell her?" She asked

Whitefall:

Whitefall watched the twister below, intrigued by its shape and size. Something so strange and natural deserved to be respected. Magic, he thought immediately. Something as strange as this had to be magic. Whitefall continued to watch the land below, how the trees danced and the grass rippled excitingly. Even from this height he could see how the tall grass waved up at them. For a moment, he wished the twister would never stop this festival of waves.

He shook himself out, putting his moment of delight to rest as he looked back to Eaglefire, ready for any commands.

Dewmoon:

Dewmoon bit her lip, glancing to the filly’s mother. Dewmoon wasn’t sure if she should tell the truth, or make is something not completely terrifying.

Sunstreak: She tilted her head. "What was that hug (Huge) fing (Thing) out there?" She asked with a sweet tone only a foal could muster