23rd Death

[twisted_baroque]

[urg. this feeling wasn't exactly what Dextera had expected when he had decided to have a drink. clean water, in his world, was a very rare thing so he usually drank as much as he could here since the mute was aware the human body needed it to work properly.

when he found that it tasted a little...differently, he didn't mind. there were worse things

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[Action]

[nocturnalrage]

[It's been awhile since this dragon has seen you, Dextera! But he recognizes the mute immediately and halts in his tracks, a foreleg lifted in the air as he assess the situation, before quickly coming over to the boy's side. He gives a concerned croon as he looks up at him and matches his pace, body pressed slightly into his side, should he need the support.

He looks terribly ill, and it's quite worrying for the nightfury.]

[twisted_baroque]

[he smiles a little bit at that and tries to use the support to try and walk in a straight line before giving up and just...sitting down.

please make the room stop spinning, Toothless. he wants to get off this ride :(]

[nocturnalrage]

[Toothless gives a worried noise, nudging Dextera's side.

He doesn't know what's wroooong.]

[twisted_baroque]

[he pauses for a minute to get his journal out and tries writing. A few failed attempts later, Dextera just sticks wIth one word.]

Sick.