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Mel hadn't been able to see most of what happened, though what she had seen frightened her. Moedir's malicious use of the vines and the anger with which he acted actually scared her. The wind began to calm, slightly, but it was still harsh, cold and dangerous up there. She saw the man that had been turned into a tree and touched its face gently. She walked and found hair coming out of the ground, the same kind the man with the ax had. She looked back at Moedir. He'd saved her, but he used vines to tunnel through mountain, thick rock. She'd never seen anything like it and she never wanted to again. She swore, when she first was pulled to him, there was something wrong with his eyes, but she was in too much pain to really notice. The wind felt like it was about to rip her wings right off her back for a while and they were still very sore.

She calmly walked back to Moedir, the plants around him seeming to try to heal him. She'd used most of her power healing herself and between that, the flying she'd done today and the fights, she didn't have much strength left. Mel decided to try and carry him, kneeling to pick him up. Suddenly the thought of how tired she should be and the wearing off of the adrenaline, she suddenly felt like she had no strength. She nearly collapsed on top of him. Her breath was heavy and she felt like simply passing out. The stars, she could see them through the clouds and snow and it caused her to smile. She liked to smile. A deep breath in, the ice crystals burning her lungs, she smiled and tried to pick him up. It wasn't easy for her and she struggled. When she was finally standing, Moedir in her arms, she opened her wings, which hurt very much, and allowed the wind to pull her off the mountain until she was able to glide down to the ground. They came to a landing in a grassy area on the side of a road. In the distance was the silhouette of a city or town but it was far too far away to tell if it was Human, Elven or something else. There, she lay him in the grass and started trying to get the plants to help heal him before simply laying down.

Mel didn't need and wasn't willing to sleep, just to rest. Her body was sore and in pain and simply tired. She stared at the stars and smiled again. Her eyes closed and she began listening to the sounds and smelling the world around her. The smell of the grass when you were this close was a fine, earthy smell with the dirt having its own, rather strong, scent with it. The evening air was moist and you could smell the humidity just hanging there. The bugs and little nocturnal animals were out for their daily lives and it was all very peaceful. Mel began to concentrate on her breathing in a sort of meditation, happy that everything just felt right.