[Flare doesn't say anything. Not yet, not right now. What she does do, however, is unfurl her wings, using them to try to doublehug the distraught mare. To be there, to anchor.
It was something she'd learned in the last few months. Some weren't destined to be up in the limelight. Some ponies existed to stand back a bit and anchor others. Keep them sane, keep them from breaking down. That was, in her own way, her role. Not percussion, but a countermelody.]
[Action]
It was something she'd learned in the last few months. Some weren't destined to be up in the limelight. Some ponies existed to stand back a bit and anchor others. Keep them sane, keep them from breaking down. That was, in her own way, her role. Not percussion, but a countermelody.]