07-28-2018, 05:47 PM
[size=9pt]"No need," Says Moon, brushing up beside Imperia. His voice is foggy, almost distant, mostly because this is a whole fucking dragon, what the fuck, but also because he was running on hardly any sleep and he really wasn't feeling just how bright it was, at that moment. "I mean, actually, there might still be some need. Depends on what you need help with, Angel." He was pretty useful when it came to certain things, but it wasn't uncommon for him to be a complete dumbass in a different area of healing. It was fine, though. Peri was here and usually what he didn't know, she did.
He slips his makeshift bag (he still needs to figure that out) off his head and opens it to sort through what he has on hand. Some painkillers, some ingredients for a poultice, some cobwebs and such. Pretty stocked up, this time. Thank god. Now he just has to wait to figure out what exactly is up with Spyro.
He slips his makeshift bag (he still needs to figure that out) off his head and opens it to sort through what he has on hand. Some painkillers, some ingredients for a poultice, some cobwebs and such. Pretty stocked up, this time. Thank god. Now he just has to wait to figure out what exactly is up with Spyro.
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