Grief surrounded the herd's horses throughout the month, Two horses gone, and more to go. Solo grumbled to herself. Kisiwa had grown sickly, his once gleaming coat now looked pale and thin. The brilliant light that once filled his eyes had faded away, his voice was no longer filled with happiness, but now completed with an edgy tone of boredom, and every few moments, the ground literally shook with sounds of rasp coughing. The Healer's had received so many patients, that they had to retrieve Healers from other herds to help. Solo shook her head in despair, The herd is falling apart.
Spirit cantered up to her,
"Solo, it's Kishmani, she's not feeling well."
The deputy's heart skipped a beat, Oh goodness, not another sick horse.
"Have you talked to the Healers?"
Spirit nodded hastily,
"They say that she may have only a moon left to live."
Solo's jaw may have just dropped to the ground.
"Let's go then, what are you waiting for?!" Solo nickered impatiently.
"Right." Spirit nodded.
The two of them cantered off to the Healer's den, their hoofs covering the ground swiftly, manes blowing in the wind.
Ser leaned over the young filly,
"I'm afraid she has wind-cough, Spirit. My estimations were wrong, she has only around one week."
Kishmani coughed raspily, "W-water."
Spirit dashed out of the den, heading in the direction of the river. Returning with a large leaf filled with the liquid, the Morgan Horse gently tipped the water into the filly's mouth. Kishmani nickered weakly with gratitude. Ser galloped over to the other side of his den, fetching a cluster of peppermint leaves,
"Here, they'll help with her sore throat."
Kishmani nibbled at the leaves, sighing with relief.
"Thanks, Ser." the filly nickered.
Before the stallion could reply, a wail of despair echoed from Kisiwa's ledge.
Author's Note: *insert note here*
Whyyyy! Dx
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