HEATHER • open, drinking

The large cranium swung to the side, observing the one he had met at the border. A ginger smile crossed his scaled lips as he shifted the weight of a bottle closer, observing the feline’s movements. He wasn’t expecting to see a flask, but was pleasantly surprised regardless. It was odd, truly, how the wyvern couldn’t remember a time when he had seen one with his own eyes. They were a thing of the past, for many seemed to prefer his method of consumption instead. This was simple, take a bottle, take a swig or two, and carry on. It was then that the feline spoke to him, words clambering into his ears as he curled his tail closer to his body. “It’s always been comforting,” he responded, dipping his head away only at the view of Apollyon.

The soft spoken voice of the angelic being approaching caught his ears, and a small frown tugged at his features. “I appreciate the concern, but I think I’m fine,” he remarked softly, eyes trailing to look up at the sky with contentment. A ginger look dawned upon his face as his body shifted to drop the alcohol he held so high. “Do you ever wonder what your future holds?” he asked, shifting his gaze back to his group.

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