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Tyrfing · 11-17-2021, 05:38 PM

Tyrfing had quickly found that sleeping anywhere near Chaos and his newest children's section of the barn was a loud, painful nightmare. He truly wanted to remain nearby, to help his family to navigate this new obstacle of puppies, but without knowledge of whether or not his affliction was infectious, staying away was simply the most responsible thing to do. It would have been the most logical to simply find a vacant den to hole out in within territory, but something drew Fin further - toward the river that ran along the Orchard. Water, he needed water.. but he couldn't determine why.

Limping across the Orchard was exceedingly painful and Tyrfing's faithful hummingbird followed along diligently, weaving in and out of his forelegs as he walked and occasionally giving a protruding crystal a tentative tap. The sickness didn't seem to be improving and in fact the crystals seemed to grow larger by the day. It had stumped every healer he'd seen, including his wise companion. "You should stay away from the water." The hummingbird counselled, for the hundredth time that day. "The crystals don't sound hollow, what if you sink? I sure as fuck can't pull you up." Tyrfing gave a pained shrug and batted the small bird away.

He'd barely made it half way in his slorg across the land when he came across the form of another, squinting across the grass at her with the one eye that was not sealed against the growth of a crystal. "Who's there?" The yearling tried to sound commanding and authoritative, though the weakness in his body did not allow his voice to raise above normal volume. The hummingbird fluttered nervously above his head, both wanting to stay and keep his master safe and wanting to flee to find assistance within Fireside.

"Speech"
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