No, no, little one. Run away, run away like I should have done. 

Lucille wanted to tell the animal to run, to escape as far as she could away from her. To take the advice she had turned away herself, but couldn’t summon the strength to. She wanted to have Wind come pick her up, but she feared summoning the element due to the pain she thought would be in store for her. She couldn’t play her music and notes were feeble as well. Not that she could think the doe could read, since she had tried many times with other animals. 

It was almost funny to the soundless spirit as she thought about it, allowing herself to lean into the doe for support. She was too weak to give it any other instructions, and from the way it acted, she would not react to Lucille even if she continued to point away, to tell her to run. It seemed as if all of her preparations while she was soundless and nothing but a shadow had been stripped of her when she found her core burning from the blast. 

For not listening to her friend, she had become powerless. Was this what they called irony?

Snowy hair fluttered over golden fur as one arm slung over the back of the doe, allowing her easier access to inspect the glowing animal. A thing of beauty, Lucille lifted her free fingers to stroke along the deer’s soft and warm fur. Warmth. Something she had thought that she never get to feel again, having grown accustom to the cold touches of snow. She wanted to relish in it, to think of herself as able to touch that warmth once again.