06-05-2018, 11:46 AM
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The terrible heat in combination with the humidity all but successfully choked the life out of Nayru. She felt as if she was swimming through the air, beads of sweat accumulating beneath her pale fur and making her grateful that her pelt was as lightly shaded as it was. But even the cream coloration did not save her from being practically boiled alive and Nayru, admittedly, couldn't hardly imagine what, for example, Beck was experiencing. Then again, the small Sawbone was unsure if the ghostly apparition could even detect temperature. Maybe? Maybe not? She wanted to know though, desperately actually. It was too bad that her legal pads and field journals were safely tucked away in her labrato- home because he, too, seemed to have been attracted by the sound of a party. She made a mental note to ask him and then jot down his response later before being distracted by the particularly distasteful music and Valo urging them to dance. Ugh, no thank you. Nayru specialized in only two things: praying and healing. There was no room for anything else in that equation, especially not dancing. Besides, Freyja was here and she'd do enough dancing for the both of them.
[b][color=#6b7e99]"I'm not being lazy, Killian," The sawbone informed pointedly, shooting a glance at him, [color=#6b7e99]"I just refuse to dance."