Kaelthor eased his pace, circling wide so he did not come straight at them. His staff stayed low, his shoulders turned, every step slow enough that the horses could follow it. He kept his gaze just off them, not fixing his eyes to theirs.
A breath later, he brushed two fingers along the wood of his staff and let Druidcraft whisper from him—the quiet, throaty nicker of a mare calling her young. The sound folded into the air as though it belonged there.
When he saw where their muzzles had torn at turf and brush, he crouched, laying his palm flat against the earth. A coil of green shimmered out as he worked Mend Plants, coaxing the trampled shoots to rise again, leaves fresh with dew. He stepped back from it, leaving the forage unclaimed, letting the horses see there was plenty—and that his hands brought no harm.
After helping with the horse, a thought enters the tinker's head and he fetches the tack discarded by Kealthor. He retrieves it from the woods and fidgets with it, seeing is he can figure out a way to fix it. "Perhaps some metal staples...reinforced points here...double the stitching here...if I add some extra leather at this location." After a few minute, the tack appears in better shape (Casting Mending unbeknownst to himself). "As I mentioned, I am not an animal person, but might this still help in some way?"
The paladin nods at Levna's request, moving next to the wounded horse quietly and laying a faintly glowing hand on its back. "You've made it this far. Don't give up," he murmurs, focusing what little divinity he is blessed with to heal the creature's injuries further (Lay on Hands, +5 HP or purify poison if that is a factor).
Kaelthor eased his pace, circling wide so he did not come straight at them. His staff stayed low, his shoulders turned, every step slow enough that the horses could follow it. He kept his gaze just off them, not fixing his eyes to theirs.
A breath later, he brushed two fingers along the wood of his staff and let Druidcraft whisper from him—the quiet, throaty nicker of a mare calling her young. The sound folded into the air as though it belonged there.
When he saw where their muzzles had torn at turf and brush, he crouched, laying his palm flat against the earth. A coil of green shimmered out as he worked Mend Plants, coaxing the trampled shoots to rise again, leaves fresh with dew. He stepped back from it, leaving the forage unclaimed, letting the horses see there was plenty—and that his hands brought no harm.
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Salty
After helping with the horse, a thought enters the tinker's head and he fetches the tack discarded by Kealthor. He retrieves it from the woods and fidgets with it, seeing is he can figure out a way to fix it. "Perhaps some metal staples...reinforced points here...double the stitching here...if I add some extra leather at this location." After a few minute, the tack appears in better shape (Casting Mending unbeknownst to himself). "As I mentioned, I am not an animal person, but might this still help in some way?"
Cassian
The paladin nods at Levna's request, moving next to the wounded horse quietly and laying a faintly glowing hand on its back. "You've made it this far. Don't give up," he murmurs, focusing what little divinity he is blessed with to heal the creature's injuries further (Lay on Hands, +5 HP or purify poison if that is a factor).
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