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Characters: Above (azhdarchidae ) and OPEN
Date/Time: Friday, April 22
Location: Wellspring Island, around the hot springs.
Rating: Likely G
Summary: For Above, this round of Sleep Disorder takes the form of going into torpor, a lethargic state which uses little energy, during the day as well as whenever it's dark. Bother her?
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It was raining and a little cold today, but it was spring after all, and Above hadn't wanted to spend the day in her den. She'd just end up thinking about that memory more. So after her second breakfast - she had to eat more than three times a day if she didn't want to be hungry all the time - she went to the warmest outdoors area she could get to on her own: the hot springs. There was a spot a little ways from the path which suited her, surrounded by enough springs that it felt slightly tropical.
The trees kept off most of the rain, and she settled to watch it drip down from the leaves into the steaming water. She lay on her chest, for the novelty of it, and because between dampness, conifer needles, and ferns the ground gave enough that lying like this didn't make her sternum ache.
Sometimes she napped after meals, though never in a place as exposed as this. Now, though... She was warm. There was a dead fish in her throat pouch, where she could swallow it when second breakfast started to wear thin. And she felt very languid, reluctant even to stand.
Above lay her great head down on the sod, her neck curled into a relaxed C-shape, and exhaled heavily as she closed her eyes.
Date/Time: Friday, April 22
Location: Wellspring Island, around the hot springs.
Rating: Likely G
Summary: For Above, this round of Sleep Disorder takes the form of going into torpor, a lethargic state which uses little energy, during the day as well as whenever it's dark. Bother her?
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It was raining and a little cold today, but it was spring after all, and Above hadn't wanted to spend the day in her den. She'd just end up thinking about that memory more. So after her second breakfast - she had to eat more than three times a day if she didn't want to be hungry all the time - she went to the warmest outdoors area she could get to on her own: the hot springs. There was a spot a little ways from the path which suited her, surrounded by enough springs that it felt slightly tropical.
The trees kept off most of the rain, and she settled to watch it drip down from the leaves into the steaming water. She lay on her chest, for the novelty of it, and because between dampness, conifer needles, and ferns the ground gave enough that lying like this didn't make her sternum ache.
Sometimes she napped after meals, though never in a place as exposed as this. Now, though... She was warm. There was a dead fish in her throat pouch, where she could swallow it when second breakfast started to wear thin. And she felt very languid, reluctant even to stand.
Above lay her great head down on the sod, her neck curled into a relaxed C-shape, and exhaled heavily as she closed her eyes.