"Being sick sucks!" Dagmær agreed so much and she wanted to get well already but she wasn't sure how to do that. Maybe she needed to sacrifice some field mice to the spirit of this haunted forest. Though she didn't know if they were good spirits. She knew sacrificing to bad spirits usually meant something worse would happen farther down the line. Dag eyed the older girl, taking in her pretty brown coat and blue eyes as she asked about bonebreakers. Dag's tail wagged. "Oh they're awful! Huge, mean beasts with bones covering their skulls and spines all down their body. They just love to squash unsuspecting pups because they like the feel of the jelly between their toes." She stuck out her tongue and made a 'yuck' face. She grinned. "I'm Dagmær Thyre! Also known as 'Dagger' fearless explorer of unnatural phenoma-phemomsen….phemom things." She coughed again, face scrunching up as she tried to control it.
The other girl introduced herself as Rhys and Dag's coughing stopped sharply as she stared in wonder and awe of the older girl. A warrior princess of Imperium? "You're a warrior princess?! That's so cool! You must be really amazing! My dad taught me to fight, I want to be a warrior like my grandma, can you show me some moves? I bet-" She broke out in a coughing fit again, tears forming at the corner of her eyes in frustration. "…are there any nice healers in Imperium? I want to not be sick anymore. I'll trade some half-eaten field mice!"
