so a wounded twi crash into the woods near shy place is there was snow on the ground does shy have a warm spot for spike
Fluttershy doesn’t find Twilight near her woods, but she does feel a strange sense of waning aura and the critters all around her are chittering frantically about. Shy doesn’t quite know what to make of it at first, but she can understand the jist of what her critters are saying.
“Dragon!” they caw and howl and bark, gathering at her large paws in fright. “Big Dragon! Fell from sky! Danger!”
Fluttershy initially decides to try to ignore it; the last thing she wants to do is face another dragon, a large dragon at that. She wouldn’t stand a chance, it’s safer to just stay near her den…
But a few of her bird friends fly to her and squawk at her, having actually seen the dragon falling through the moonlit sky, and they cry “blood! Blood! Dragon bleed!” Some are eager: a possibly dead dragon will feed the scavengers for months. But some seem concerned: blood attracts unwanted visitors, draws unwanted attention, and it is something that must be dealt with.
The yellow dragon draws a deep quivering breath to herself. Besides… she may not prefer the company of other dragons, but if this one was hurt… well, she couldn’t just leave them there on good conscious. So with a quick instruction to her more brave critters to check the perimeter for any other threats, she uncurls herself from her den and gracefully slinks her way between the trees, following a few of the birds who have witnessed the crash landing.
It doesn’t take long before she can find her own way; the stench of blood becomes sickeningly strong once she clears the edge of the forest and begins ascending the beginning hills that roll into mountains. And it takes shorter still to find the source once she crests one of the many hills, stopping just short with a startled gasp.
Lying in a small pool of its own blood was a lavender dragon, the only indication it remained alive being the violent shivering it exhibited. It laid on its side, trapping one wing beneath it and the other to lie torn and limply at its side. It didn’t seem to be awake; the gasp Shy released was by no means quiet, but it barely twitched or even seemed to register her presence. What perplexed her more, though, was a tiny little pegasus colt pushing futilely at the dragon’s muzzle, his wails of panicked frustration echoing into the night air.
Fluttershy felt unease prickling at the back of her neck and took a single step back, for a moment at a loss of what to do. Her momentary consideration to leave was broken when the pegasus collapsed to his arms and knees, his shouting turning into choked sobbing. Her heart ached at the sound, and with a moment to compose herself, she took a few careful steps forward.
She was startled backward soon after when the colt snapped his head up at the sound of her approach, fear entering his stricken expression for less than a second before he got up and fluttered his wings in what she assumed was a threatening display. He tried to curl his face into a snarl, but he got no farther than a weak grimace. “H-hey! Don’t come closer! O-or I’ll…”
He seemed a bit lost at that: what exactly could he do to a creature who’s claws were as big as he was? Whatever it was, he’d try it, but Shy took another slow step forward (which he responded to with a step back, closer to the fallen dragon) and lower her head to his level. He made another choked sound.
“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay…” She soothed, lowering herself to a full-on crouch. Anything to make her appear smaller to the boy. “I won’t hurt you, it’s alright. I just want to help.”
The colt stared up at her, seeming unwilling to relax and wings fluttering nervously. Shy tried again:
“What’s you’re name? I’m Fluttershy.”
At that, the colt finally started to ease is posture bit by bit, and he answered, “I… I’m Spike. Y-you said you can help me?”
Fluttershy’s eyes flickered up to the dragon laying just behind Spike, her heart hammering in her chest. She was close enough to see the fangs only partially hidden from a half-opened mouth, the strong claws of its paws, curled horns. It certainly had more mass to it than she did; she never did feel comfortable around larger dragons…
But the colt touched a brave hand to one of her own claws, making her look down at his pained expression as he forcibly repeated, “You can help us, right?”
Another nervous glance at the unconscious dragon before she drew in a calming breath. On its exhale, “I’ll try,” and she moved forward to get within reach. She placed a careful paw onto the dragon’s chest, mindful of the wound there, and reached out with her magic, wincing in sympathy at what she felt.
Magic’s almost completely drained… Broken ribs, broken wing… Multiple lacerations… spells? She feels so cold…
“What’re you doing? Is she gonna be okay?”
Shy was broken out of her examination by the questions and she looked down at Spike, who eyed her glowing paw wearily. She pulled away and cleared her throat. “She’s… um, she feels… cold.” Shy grimaced when Spike’s face went pale; a dragon being affected by the cold was never a good sign, and he seemed to know that.
“I’ll uh, I’ll try my best. But we need to get her out of the snow, okay? I-I have a den, um, it isn’t too far.” Fluttershy let her eyes trail over the dragon’s for a moment before looking off to the side, worried. “B-but I don’t think I can carry her myself…”
The two fell silent at that. Shy could probably drag her back, but not without worsening injuries, and Spike helping was out of the question. There had to be…
“Oh!” Ears perked as an idea leapt forth in her mind. Summoning her magic, Shy placed a paw before the dragon, and after a few seconds of silence the ground beneath them rumbled. Spike squawked as trees, growing horizontally, formed directly beneath Twilight (and in proxy, himself), lifting them up off the snowy ground as they grew. Soon after vines followed, threading themselves smoothly through and around the trunks of the strange-growing trees, before wrapping forward in a looped end.
The glow around the flora didn’t dissipate even when it did from Shy’s paw, and she grabbed the end of the vines to tie it snug around herself in a makeshift harness. Momentarily forgetting himself, Spike gawked at her with an awed expression. “Wh-wah? How’d you…?”
Fluttershy looked back and gave a shy grin, a small blush forming on her face. She’s never gotten such a reaction from her magic before. “I-it’s nothing really, just flora magic. But stay away from the ledges, okay? I d-don’t want you falling…”
At that, Spike seemed to remember himself and sat close to the groove to Twilight’s jaw, pressing as close as he possibly could. Fluttershy grimaced as his childlike wonder faded in the face of the situation, and without really thinking she asked “w-would you like me to explain it?”
Spike looked up at her, and she said “my magic. Do you want me to talk about it?” He seemed to understand what she was doing, and answered with a wearily grateful nod.
Shy gave an experimental tug on the vines and took a few strained steps forward. The makeshift sled came smoothly with the pull, and satisfied, Shy began her heave back toward her territory, filling the air with her quiet chattering and Spike’s equally quiet questions.
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Bruh writing’s hard, I need more practice. :/ But there you go. uwu