Moonspear prey to none

“I’m sorry, Pie.”

“Are you guys okay?”

She wanted to reassure them both, though all Treepie could do was press her hind legs together with a little wince. Her eyes widened when Kindle mentioned tearing. She tried to shake her head minutely, though that didn’t stop the next few words from coming out of his mouth.

It wasn’t that she was opposed to Kira knowing or even assessing the injury—she was an aspiring healer, after all, and Pie wanted to support that—but her ears felt hot as she remembered the Lazore’s reluctance to touch her. How she’d shied away from such intimacy.

I’m fine, Pie told the world’s second most common lie. She paused, then amended, I mean, I will be fine. I just need a couple of minutes. The pain is already lessening.

She shifted around a bit, gingerly rearranging her limbs so that she fell into a loose sphinx pose, her weight leaned onto her right hip. Gathering her wits, she raised her yellow eyes to the two faces hovering over hers, noting their expressions of concern and confusion.

Despite everything, Treepie suddenly let out a genuine puff of laughter and asked, What the hell just happened? I was racing Wyvern and then Kira appeared out of nowhere. And then you really appeared out of thin air! she accused, playfully batting at Kindle. Are you two okay?

Wyvern appeared unscathed, if her slowly wheeling presence overhead was any indication.