*:･ﾟ✧ Even with Calina as their leader, or previous leader now, and the almost conflict with the Thunderlands, and the grand total of two raids that she has attended, Órfhlaith had never truly grasped the destructive power of fire. Despite having been a Veiler for almost a year now, Órfhlaith had treated very few burns, as a herd horse, she had never seen much of nor dealt with fire. Seeing swaths of ash and soot where there used to be green was, jarring. Her knowledge of the event being what prompted her to fill her baskets with herbs and food, passing by the usual more frivolous gifts for what she thought would be useful. She'd made sure to pack supplies that were useful for burns, ones that were more unique to the whispering pines as well as general supplies. Also bringing both dried and fresh meats as well as berries and edible herbivorous foods, unknowing if the Flights had members such as herself or not, it couldn't hurt to provide them.
As always, the equine stopped just shy of the border, setting her baskets down by her hooves as she looked into the decimated territory. "Hello? A'm back. A' t'ought ye'd like some supplies so a' brung some... supplies." Sighing at her own eloquence the mare shakes out her mane before keeping an eye out to see who would approach. "Also to offer a hoof, if any o' ye need help with anyt'ing a'm more than happy to help." Clearing up, medical help, she thought it was best to offer, she was no huntress but she was strong enough if they needed anything moving. "That is, if ye want it."
we had dreams and songs to sing