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Foalen listened closely to the winged soquili as she spoke trying to disern what she was saying. He thought he had managed to follow Wambli for the most part, even so he looked to Ayita for confermation. Proving he had understood at least a portion of what had been said.

"Wambli says thank you. Any aid you can give her will be most welcome. She has brused her hip." Ayita explained exagerating her speach as if speaking to a very young foal so she might be better understood.

The shaman gave the painted mare a blank look, a smile touching his lips. "Why do I have the feeling that flowers have nothing to do with this injury?"

Recognizing the human word Ayita shook her head and whinnied lightly. "He missunderstood. I beleive he thought that I said that you hurt your flower..." Shaking her head in a deffinate negitive Ayita bent her long neck motioning to her hip, lifting a hind leg for good mesure.

Foalen's mouth made a round O shape when he saw the gesture giving a slow nod to show his understanding. "It wouldn't be your hip that is bothering you would it?" He asked looking at face Wambli directly though he made no other movement. He was cognizent of Dancer's presence and could sense the kinfe edge the stallion seemed to be wavering upon.

Since stallion had not fled yet, Foalen reasoned that so long as he did not make any startling movements and treated him with do resepct that he would stay. At least for the moment. If he stayed there would be time to make friends with him later. The shaman's first priority was looking over Wambli's injury.

The shaman took his time looking over the Wambli's injury, not only because he wanted to make certain the full extent of the injury, but also because he could sense the stallion relaxing minutely as he worked. It wouldn't do to delay too long though and the wind soquili really was only bruised.

Glancing up at the wind mare Foalen gave her dark neck a pat. "I'm sure you've already realized, but thank the spirits it's just a bruise. I have some ointment here that should have you back to normal in no time at all."

Rummaging in his pouch once more he took out a small pot that smelled of strongly of mint. "Not only does this one smell good it has some numbing properties. So it will seem as if the bruise isn't as bad as it actually is. Do not be fooled however. You still need to take care. No rolling in the dust like a filly." Foalen admonished with a feather light touch on the mare's soft nose and a smile.

Opening the pot he carefully spread the contents over the bruise being sure to cover the whole area before stepping back to look at his handiwork. "That's done then. You should start feeling the effects of the ointment right away." The shaman advised his patient nodding to himself he cleaned his hands off using a bit of rag from his pouch. Then he ran the rag over the pot to make sure none of the ointment spilled over on the outside of the pot before settling both pot and rag back into his pouch.

That finished Foalen glanced up at the three soquili and made a welcoming gesture. "Its good to see you again my friends. Oh wait I nearly forgot something. This should taste even better than the first treat I gave you." He said to the ladies speaking in his slow somewhat stilted version of the soquili language. Reaching into his pouch once more he took out some small lumps that smelled strongly of honey and oats. He offered this up to Wambli and Ayita before turning to face Dancer directly for the first time. Leaning forward in a gesture of respect the shaman addressed the stallion in a calm quiet yet authoritative voice. "Bright day to you, sir. Please forgive me for not introducing myself earlier. But I it is my duty and privilege to tend to those who are in need. My name is Foalen, and I am pleased to meet you."

The painted mare lifted a brow at Dancer's comment though she didn't remark upon it at all. Instead she savored the treat she had taken from Foalen's palm realizing suddenly that she was glad of the stallion's good opinion of her. She didn't know the Dancer well. But from what she had seen of him she already respected and admired him. It warmed her inside to know that he approved of her.

When she had finished the dainty she smiled over at the stallion. "So what do you think of the treat?"

While Foalen heard his name mentioned he didn't react to the soquili's conversation preferring gauge Dancer's reaction to his treat before responding. Instead Foalen watched the interaction with a growing sense of amusement though he was careful not to let any of that emotion show. Well now, perhaps he would have some help in leading Dancer to trust again.

That would be wonderful if it were to happen. After having been all but abandoned by her previous mate Ayita needed a good stallion friend to be with and depend upon. Oh she was strong and wise and managed just fine on her own. But he could tell that she was lonely for male companionship. And while he seemed skittish around humans, Foalen had a feeling that Dancer would be a loyal and caring friend. After all he had dared human company for Wambli's sake.

If there was even the seed of possibility Foalen decided then and there to try and nurture it to the best of his abilities. He could tell neither Dancer nor Ayita had picked up on their mutual reactions, but he wouldn't have been surprised if Wambli had. The shaman smiled as he gave the dark winged mare a wink. As shy as the other two were behaving he doubted they would notice.