Spirit nodded,
Yes, that is me
she replied softly.
My mate is Alastor, whom fought bravely against the darks in their recent clash. He is wounded and travel inhibits him somewhat.
she continued, her eyes clouding at thoughts of her mate.

+|Th' belle's hues seemed to become misty at 'er reply, 'he worried for 'er 'erd, desired to rpotect it with 'er will, 'er emotions also resolved onto Spirit, for an injured love could be fatal, fatal to th' heart.

"Is 'e alright? What 'appened?"

'he inquired watching 'er expressions carefully, is need be 'he would be there to 'elp th' fae as 'he 'ad been 'elped by 'er.|+

Spirit whickered softly, shaking her head.
tis nothing. His pillar was wounded in his battle. only his travel is impaired. though in these times of war i worry for him. for i know that as soon as war is announced he will race to fight, no matter what state his carcass is in
she spoke sullenly, her eyes showing her fear of losing Alastor.

+|Though 'he knew that 'he was worried 'he could not 'elp but emit a small laugh,

"Typical stag's, they only care for th' war, not th' injuries to themselves."

'er laughter died and 'er features were serious once more,

"But ye must 'ave faith in 'im Spirit, when th' time comes for battle, 'is 'eart will show 'im th' way."

'he responded, a sudden worry of Faraj crossed 'er mind though 'he knew nothing of which would trigger this, for 'e was 'ealthy 'he knew that, but 'twas something more.......|+

Spiirt nodded, taking the mares word in.
I have faith in him, Oceania, I do, but the presence of faith alone cannot calm the presence of fear.
she spoke calmly though there was a hint of desperation in her tones.