The Academy: I'll follow your voice; CORPUS CORVIDAE

All because of you,
I haven't slept in so long;
When I do I dream,
Of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore,
Where I can lay my head down;
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out!

As my darkened hoofsteps entered the lands to which I had grown so fond of, it dawned on me that this was actually my first time to step into the Academy as a Seer. The idea sounded amusing to me; that I had actually managed to come back and withstand the obnoxious countenance of my Familiar's cynical jibes and curses, that I could now read all minds like the pages of a diary. Of course, there was another aspect to my abilities now; the ability to replenish one's health, to rejuvenate the body and to heal any wounds. Internal or not, I hadn't any clue.

Then, a thought clouded my mind; I recalled how, the last time I had stood in these very fields, I was with a young mare. What was the femme's name again? Corpus. Corpus Corvidae, that was it. "Sounds creepy." Grimm's tired voice entered the depths of my mind and I shook my head irately to rid him from me for a moment's peace. Indignant, the white raven lifted his alabaster wings and sent both down heavily, lifting from his perch upon my withers. We contrasted with my dark blue roan skin and his pearlesque feathers, and despite our arguments and his very one-sided jokes, we managed to get along better than one may believe. Still, it was good to have a second to myself as he took off, back for Andarin no doubt, to scavenge for worms or something.

Back to that female; Corpus. She had always sported a headache, hadn't she? I had constantly felt her pain as she was near me, when I had searched her thoughts. The stuttering. I was intensely curious, but also incredibly worried for the poor creature. She seemed to deal with the pressure of the headache well, but it concerned me, and so I wasted no more time to call out to her with my mind. Corpus Corvidae, it's Hinnie. Would you come to the Academy? I hoped she could understand. I wanted to examine her aches once more, to make sure I hadn't missed something in our previous meet. Something had to be done I was sure, and I wanted to attempt it.

All because of you,
I believe in angels,
Not the kind with wings;
No, not the kind with halos,
The kind that bring you home,
When home becomes a strange place;
I'll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out!

EARTH III
W O L F
AMBASSADOR